So Yossie went over to his sister Miriam. Miriam was busy polishing all the silver for Shabbos. The bechers and the laichter stood on the dining room table shining in their fullest glory, while the trays and pitchers waited at the side for their turn to come.

“Oh, Yossie!” was Miriam’s impatient answer, “you’re too little to polish the silver. You might break something, and then how would our Shabbos table look? Why don’t you go outside and play? Nobody expects you to help.”