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 Paid, paid! I’ve rested myself here, so it’s already paid. Who else will wear it, if not you, you foolish child? Why, you’re already a marriageable girl. You need it.

I’m so ashamed!

What is there to be ashamed of?

I’m only a little girl yet.

Of course, you’re only a little girl—a golden child! But that is the custom with us! You’re a Jewish child! He, in Heaven, keeps an Eye on His orphans!

(Rain is heard outside.)

Papa. will get so wet! Woe is me!

Your father is not the only one on the wayside. I suppose it is necessary we should have rain.

The grain is already off the fields.

Nu—then? The dust on the road will settle a bit. The horses won’t have to be driven so hard.

The road from here to town is very dusty!