"Brum knows everything. Believe me, Jossel, in two days he will speak
Italian."
"Let be! Let be! Let me rest!"
"And on the way back he will be able to see! He will show me
everything, and Mr. Raphael's pictures. 'God's healing,'" she murmured
to herself.
"But you'd be away for Passover! Enough!"
"No, we shall be easily back by Passover."
"O these women! The Almighty could not have rested on the seventh day
if he had not left woman still uncreated."
"You don't care whether Brum lives or dies!" Zillah burst into sobs.
"It is just because I do that I ask how are you going to live on the
journey? And there are no _kosher_ hotels in Italy."
"We shall manage on eggs and fish. God will forgive us if the hotel
plates are unclean."
"But you won't be properly nourished without meat."
"Nonsense; when we were poor we _had_ to do without it." To herself
she thought, "If he only knew I did without food altogether on Mondays
and Thursdays!"