"A new Jewish paper?" she said, deeply interested. "We have chanel bags outlet so many already. What is its _raison d'etre_?"
     "To convert you," he said smiling, but with a ring of seriousness in the words.
     "Isn't that like a steam-hammer cracking a nut or Hoti burning down his house to roast a pig? And suppose I refuse to take in the new Jewish paper? Will it suspend publication?" He laughed.
     "What's this about a new Jewish paper?" said Mrs. Goldsmith, suddenly appearing in front of them with her large genial smile. "Is that what you two have been plotting? I noticed you've laid your chanel bags heads together all the evening. Ah well, birds of a feather flock together. Do you know my little Esther took the scholarship for logic at London? I wanted her to proceed to the M.A. at once, but the doctor said she must have a rest." She laid her hand affectionately on the girl's hair.
     Esther looked embarrassed.
     "And so she is still a Bachelor," said Raphael, smiling but evidently impressed.
     "Yes, but not for long I hope," returned Mrs. Goldsmith. "Come, darling, everybody's dying to hear one of your little songs."
     "The dying cheap chanel bags is premature," said Esther. "You know I only sing for my own amusement."
     "Sing for mine, then," pleaded Raphael.
     "To make you laugh?" queried Esther. "I know you'll laugh at the way I play the accompaniment. One's fingers have to be used to it from childhood--"
     Her eyes finished the sentence, "and you know what mine was."
     The look seemed to seal their secret sympathy.
     She went to the piano and sang in a thin but trained soprano. The song was a ballad with a quaint air full of sadness and heartbreak. To Raphael, chanel bags outlet who had never heard the psalmic wails of "The Sons of the Covenant" or the Polish ditties of Fanny Belcovitch, it seemed also full of originality. He wished to lose himself in the sweet melancholy, but Mrs. Goldsmith, who had taken Esther's seat at his side, would not let him.
     "Her own composition--words and music," she whispered. "I wanted her to publish it, but she is so shy and retiring. Who would think she was the child of a pauper emigrant, a rough jewel one has picked up and polished? chanel bags for cheap If you really are going to start a new Jewish paper, she might be of use to you. And then there is Miss Cissy Levine--you have read her novels, of course? Sweetly pretty! Do you know, I think we are badly in want of a new paper, and you are the only man in the community who could give it us. We want educating, we poor people, we know so little of our faith and our literature."