"It was an atonement for a child, and saved its life." The Shalotten _Shammos_ laughed outright.
"Ah, laugh not," said Mrs.Belcovitch.

"Or you might laugh with blood.
It isn't for my own sins that I was born with ill-matched legs." "I must laugh when I hear of God's fools burying fish anywhere but in their stomach," said the Shalotten _Shammos_, transporting a Brazil nut to the rear, where it was quickly annexed by Solomon Ansell, who had sneaked in uninvited and ousted the other boy from his coign of vantage.
The conversation was becoming heated; Breckeloff turned the topic.
"My sister has married a man who can't play cards," he said lugubriously.
"How lucky for her," answered several voices.
"No, it's just her black luck," he rejoined.

"For he _will_ play." There was a burst of laughter and then the company remembered that Breckeloff was a _Badchan_ or jester.
"Why, your sister's husband is a splendid player," said Sugarman with a flash of memory, and the company laughed afresh.
"Yes," said Breckeloff.

"But he doesn't give me the chance of losing to him now, he's got such a stuck-up _Kotzon_.

He belongs to Duke's Plaizer _Shool_ and comes there very late, and when you ask him his birthplace he forgets he was a _Pullack_ and says becomes from 'behind Berlin.'" These strokes of true satire occasioned more merriment and were worth a biscuit to Solomon Ansell _vice_ the son of the Shalotten _Shammos_.
Among the inoffensive guests were old Gabriel Hamburg, the scholar, and young Joseph Strelitski, the student, who sat together.