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 He is an only son. Yitzchack is his name—after a great-grandfather.

(Yitzchack and Fraidele glance at each other shyly.)

&ensp;(chuckling to herself) Ha—forgot two potatoes in the oven—all burned.

Is that so? An only son? Helps you, I suppose. If I had a big boy in the house it would be a great help to me, too.

I was just going to look at a bride for him. It’s ten miles from here yet.

A bit far.

That’s what I say—it’s too far. There’s a long story to it. I met at a Fair, around Pentecost, a man—a bit acquainted with him. We got to talking together, you know, like men will. And here—just lately, he again inquired through a relative of his. So I thought to myself: Times are quiet, the horse eats the oats anyway, we'll just take a run over there. But I’m thinking myself it’s a little too far…&emsp;(To Fraidele.) What do they call you?

Fraida Leah.

After her mother’s mother.