Only whatever it was, it seemed to have no connection either with the inn or with money.
The miller was filled with pity and sadness and dread as he listened to the prayers of the Jews. He glanced at the servant, who could also hear the humming through the door of the inn, and said:
"They're praying! And so you say Yankel has gone to the city?"
"Yes."
"And what did he want to do that for? Supposing Khapun should happen to get him?"
"I don't know why he went," answered the servant. "If it had been me, though I've fought with every heathen tribe under the sun and got a medal for it, no silver roubles on earth could have tempted me away from here. I should have stayed in my khata; Khapun would hardly snatch him out of his hut."
"And why not? If he wanted to catch a man he'd get him in his khata as well as anywhere else, I suppose."
"You think he would, do you? If you wanted to buy a hat or a pair of gloves, where would you go for them?"
"Where should I go but to a store?"
"And why would you go to a store?"
"What a question! Because there are plenty of hats there."
"Very well. And if you looked into the synagogue
