He: "That's what you say. But supposing I have already been promised
something towards a citron?"
She: "It will have to be written into the books of Jests. In the month
called after the town of Kreminitz a miracle happened--a bear died in
the forest. But what then? If I do not believe it, I shall not be a
great heretic either."
He: "You may believe or not. I tell you that this Feast of Tabernacles,
we shall have a citron of our own."