Hereupon the infant gave account of itself in a small, shrill voice, and the general commotion went on increasing. The overseer scolded, the Matzes-printing-wheel creaked and squeaked, the bits of glass were ground against the rolling-pins, there was a humming of songs and a proclaiming of secrets, followed by bursts of laughter, Sossye's voice ringing high above the rest. And the sun shone into the room through the small window--a white spot jumped around and kissed everyone there. Is it the Spirit of Israel delighting in her young men and maidens and whispering in their ears: "What if it _is_ Matzes-kneading, and what if it _is_ Exile? Only let us be all together, only let us all be merry!" Or is it the Spring, transformed into a white patch of sunshine, in which all have equal share, and which has not forgotten to bring good news into the house of Gedalyeh the Matzeh-baker? A beautiful sun was preparing to set, and promised another fine day for the morrow. "Ding-dong, gul-gul-gul-gul-gul-gul!" It was the convent bells calling the Christians to confession! All tongues were silenced round the tables at Gedalyeh the baker's. A streak of vapor dimmed the sun, and gloomy thoughts settled down upon the hearts of the workers. "Easter! _Their_ Easter is coming on!" and mothers' eyes sought their children. The white patch of sunshine suddenly gave a terrified leap across the ceiling and vanished in a corner. "Kik-kik, kik-rik, kik-rik," whispered the hot Matzes. Who is to know what they say? Who can tell, now that the Jews have baked this year's Matzes, how soon _they_ will set about providing them with material for the next?--"thoughts," and broken glass for the rolling-pins. DAVID FRISCHMANN Born, 1863, in Lodz, Russian Poland, of a family of merchants; education, Jewish and secular, the latter with special attention to foreign languages and literatures; has spent most of his life in Warsaw; Hebrew critic, editor, poet, satirist, and writer of fairy tales; translator of George Eliot's Daniel Deronda into Hebrew; contributor to Sholom-Alechem's Juedische Volksbibliothek, Spektor's Hausfreund, and various periodicals; editor of monthly publication Reshafim; collected works in Hebrew, Ketabim Nibharim, 2 vols., Warsaw, 1899-1901, and Reshimot, 4 parts, Warsaw, 1911. THREE WHO ATE Once upon a time three people ate. I recall the event as one recalls a dream. Black clouds obscure the men, because it happened long ago. Only sometimes it seems to me that there are no clouds, but a pillar of fire lighting up the men and their doings, and the fire grows bigger and brighter, and gives light and warmth to this day. I have only a few words to tell you, two or three words: once upon a time three people ate. Not on a workday or an ordinary Sabbath, but on a Day of Atonement that fell on a Sabbath. Not in a corner where no one sees or hears, but before all the people in the great Shool, in the principal Shool of the town.