But Avrohom could not endure sitting at home any longer, where the wife screamed, the children cried, and there was a continual "fair." What should he want there? He only wished to be alone with his thoughts and imaginings, and his quiet "tunes," which were always weaving themselves inside him, and were nearly stifled. It is early to go to the orchard directly after the Feast of Weeks, but Avrohom does not mind, he is drawn back to the trees that can think and hear so much, and keep so many things to themselves. And Avrohom betakes himself to the orchard. He carries with him, besides phylacteries and prayer-scarf, a prayer-book with the Psalms and the "Stations," two volumes of the Gemoreh which he owns, a few works by the later scholars, and the Tales of Jerusalem; he takes his wadded winter garment and a cushion, makes them into a bundle, kisses the Mezuzeh, mutters farewell, and is off to the orchard. As he nears the orchard his heart begins to beat loudly for joy, but he is hindered from going there at once. In the yard through which he must pass lies a dog. Later on, when Avrohom has got to know the dog, he will even take him into the orchard, but the first time there is a certain risk--one has to know a dog, otherwise it barks, and Avrohom dreads a bark worse than a bite--it goes through one's head! And Avrohom waits till the owner comes out, and leads him through by the hand. "Back already?" exclaims the owner, laughing and astonished. "Why not?" murmurs Avrohom, shamefacedly, and feeling that it is, indeed, early. "What shall you do?" asks the owner, graver. "There is no hut there at all--last year's fell to pieces." "Never mind, never mind," begs Avrohom, "it will be all right." "Well, if you want to come!" and the owner shrugs his shoulders, and lets Avrohom into the orchard. Avrohom immediately lays his bundle on the ground, stretches himself out full length on the grass, and murmurs, "Good! good!" At last he is silent, and listens to the quiet rustle of the trees. It seems to him that the trees also wonder at his coming so soon, and he looks at them beseechingly, as though he would say: "Trees--you, too! I couldn't help it ... it drew me...." And soon he fancies that the trees have understood everything, and murmur, "Good, good!" And Avrohom already feels at home in the orchard. He rises from the ground, and goes to every tree in turn, as though to make its acquaintance. Then he considers the hut that stands in the middle of the orchard.