THE SABBATH IN THE SHORT STORY
ISAAC LOEB PEREZ
HAYYIM is a street porter. When he goes through the town stooping beneath his case of wares, one can hardly make him out -- it looks as if the box were walking along on two feet of its own. Listen to the heavy breathing! One can hear it quite a long way off.
But now he lays down his load, and is given a few pence. He straightens himself, wipes the sweat off his face, draws a deep breath, goes to the fountain and takes a drink of water, and then runs into the court.
He stands close to the wall and lifts his huge head till the point of his chin and the tip of his nose and the brim of his hat are all on a level.
"Hannah," he calls.
A little window opens just below the eaves, and a small female head in a white kerchief answers, "Hayyim!"
The two look at each other very contentedly.
The neighbors say they are "lovering."
Hayyim tosses up his earnings wrapped in a piece of paper, and Hannah catches them in the air -- not for the first time in her life, either!
"You're a wonder!" says Hayyim, and shows no disposition to go away.
"Off with you, Hayyim!" she says, smiling. "I daren't take my eyes off the sick child. I have placed the cradle