A JEWISH CHILD 509
"Your mother-in-law has brought you a wig and a hood for the procession to the Shool/' said her own mother.
The band had already struck up the "Good Morning" in the next room.
"Come now, Kallehshi, Kalleh-leben, the guests are beginning to assemble."
The groom's mother took hold of the plaits in order to loosen them.
The bride bent her head away from her, and fell on her own mother's neck.
"I can't, Mame-leben ! My heart won't let me, Mame- kron !"
She held her hair with both hands, to protect it from the other's scissors.
"For God's sake, my daughter, my life," begged the mother.
"In the other world you will be plunged for this into rivers of fire. The apostate who wears her own hair after marriage will have her locks torn out with red hot pincers," said the other with the scissors.
A cold shiver went through the girl at these words.
"Mother-life, mother-crown!" she pleaded.
Her hands sought her hair, and the black silky tresses fell through them in waves. Her hair, the hair which had grown with her growth, and lived with her life, was to be cut off, and she was never, never to have it again she was to wear strange hair, hair that had grown on another person's head, and no one knows whether that other person was alive or lying in the earth this long 33
