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 He went to get my folks.

Come, people, let’s find my father. Oh, I must go and look for him!

Don’t let her go out of the house.

&emsp;(to Shprinize Tzirel) Shmereh went to Klavne’s, I tell you. Let’s sit down at the table. Wife, hand around refreshments. Folks, to the table!

(Shmereh returns. The confusion and noise grow apace.)

Shmereh, where have you been?

&emsp;(counting those present) Not one, not two, not three…

Everybody’s here. What are you counting for?

Here I am, papa.

&emsp;(throwing his hat in the air) Here you are, my pure little daughter. Then why don’t you all make a noise? Let’s sing! Let’s spring! Yes, ‘“Whatever we are, we are; but Jews we'll ever be…”

Everybody, be witness. Though Chatcha Behr once crossed my path, I bear him no grudge! Where are you, Zayde? And you, Felte Faigele? Bride and groom, come here. May God give