Atthestationtheywenttotherefreshmentroomanddrankaglassofsherryeach。Hisfatherfeltinhispocketforhispursetopay。
“Iwillstandtreat，“saidAnisim。Theoldman，touchedanddelighted，slappedhimontheshoulder，andwinkedtothewaiterasmuchastosay，“SeewhatafinesonIhavegot。“
“Yououghttostayathomeinthebusiness，Anisim，“hesaid；
“youwouldbeworthanypricetome！Iwouldshowergoldonyoufromheadtofoot，myson。“
“Itcan’tbedone，papa。“