is, you see he has some feeling about his father."

"Jew as he is, and fool as you are, Harrington," replied Mowbray, aloud,
"do you really believe that this hypocrite cares about his father,
supposing he has one? Do _you_ believe, boys, that a Jew pedlar _can_ love
a father gratis, as we do?"

"As we do!" repeated some of the boys: "Oh! no, for his father can't be as
good as ours--he is a Jew!"

"Jacob, is your father good to you?" said one of the little boys.

"He is a good father, sir--cannot be a better father, sir," answered Jacob:
the tears started into his eyes, but he got rid of them in an instant,
before Mowbray saw them, I suppose, for he went on in the same insulting
tone.

"What's that he says? Does he say he has a good father? If he'd swear it, I
would not believe him--a good father is too great a blessing for a Jew."

"Oh! for shame, Mowbray!" said I. And "For shame! for shame, Mowbray!"
echoed from the opposite, or, as Mowbray called it, from the Jewish party:
they had by this time gathered in a circle at the outside of that which we
had made round Jacob, and many had brought benches, and were mounted upon
them, looking over our heads to see what was going on.

Jacob was now putting the key in his box, which he had set down in the
middle of the circle, and was preparing to open it.

"Stay, stay, honest Jacob! tell us something more about this fine father;