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subject of her own son Yitzchokel, when she remembered that it is against good manners to praise one's own.
Yente, measuring out a quarter of pears to her cus- tomer, made answer:
"Well, if you were a little superior to what you are, your husband wouldn't have died, and your child wouldn't have to be ashamed of you, as we all know he is."
Whereon Taube flew into a rage, and shouted :
"Hussy ! The idea of my son being ashamed of me ! May you be a sacrifice for his littlest finger-nail, for you're not worthy to mention his name !"
She was about to burst out weeping at the accusation of having been the cause of her husband's death and of causing her son to be ashamed of her, but she kept back her tears with all her might in order not to give pleasure to Yente.
The sun was dropping lower behind the other end of the little town, Jews were hurrying across the market- place to Evening Prayer in the house-of-study street, and the Cheder-boys, just let out, began to gather round the well.
Taube collected her few little baskets into her arms (the door and the chairs she left in the market-place; nobody would steal them), and with two or three parting curses to the rude Yente, she quietly quitted the scene.
Walking home with her armful of baskets, she thought of her son Yitzchokel.
Yente's stinging remarks pursued her. It was not Yente's saying that she had caused her husband's death that she minded, for everyone knew how hard she had
