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 always be…” How good I feel, Father, Lord of the World! Me, for the table! I must dance! Give us a hand, daughter…

Don’t do it. You'll fall down yet. Don’t let him, Shprintzele. He’ll fall down.

Wait, Shmereh, I’m with you, too.&emsp;(He makes an unsuccessful attempt to climb upon the table.)

God be with you! You'll kill yourself yet, carrying on that way.

&emsp;(rushing in with his arms spread like wings, fairly covered with snow. He looks about him) Ah, here they are! Ha, ha, ha! brothers! This is my celebration! This is my holiday! Help me to dance! Help me to spring—leap…So! So!&emsp;(He dances on the table.)

You'll bring down the roof, dancing like that!

Jews, let’s prop up the roof! I must sing! I must spring.&emsp;(He dances with such force that the room shakes.)

(Altar Banish comes in looking like a pillar of snow. Everyone is convulsed with laughter at his appearance.)

My son: My Kaddish! Everybody sing: “Whatever we are, we are…”