The Hebrew books, of course, were there, as in other Jewish homes; but I was no longer devoted to the Psalms.

There were a few books about in Russian and in Yiddish, that were neither works of devotion nor of instruction.

These were story-books and poems.

They were a great surprise to me and a greater delight.

I read them hungrily, all there were--a mere handful, but to me an overwhelming treasure.