Old Morris was near to death. He lay or his bed with the family gathered around.

“Samuel, my son are you there?” he croaked.

“Yes, father, I am here.”

“Ruth, my daughter, are you there?”

“Yes, Daddy, I am here.”

“David, my second son, are you there?”

“Yes, Dad, I am here.”

“Rebecca, my youngest child, are you there?”

“Yes, Daddy, I am here.”

“Rachel, my wife, are you there?”

“Yes, my dear, I am here. Your whole family is here .”

“My whole family is gathered round?”

“Yes, Morris, every one of them.”

“So who, pray, is minding the shop?”