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 FAIGEN I should have had one like her. She has a good heart. Are the apples ripe?

EZRA They’re falling. There is no one to pick them. If you like, Pll wheel you around the garden a bit. Help me, Nachomah.

(They both go off, pushing the chair. Simah runs in, hides behind a tree and beckons Asher to come to her. Asher runs in. They hide behind the tree and embrace affectionately.)

SIMAH Just see how the little old ones push the chair.

(They look toward the orchard—off-stage—where the old folks have disappeared.)

ASHER If you like Pll ask him to take you. You would have very little to do there.

SIMAH No. I love my little old ones better. They look like two little white doves. A little while ago I was feeding them like doves—putting raspberries into their mouths. And the old man, how he loves me! Do you know he pre- tends to scold me sometimes. And I pretend I’m frightened and begin to cry, and then he grows so soft and pats me and says he didn’t mean to beso harsh. Ha, ha, ha!

ASHER Old age is not youth.