"Ay, ay, it's a good many _yore-zeit_ since I had to manage for her and myself," said Cohen quickly. "I went early to it. It's that makes you a sharp knife."
"What does--what makes a sharp knife, father?" said Jacob, his cheek very much swollen with sweet-cake.
The father winked at his guest and said, "Having your nose put on the grindstone."
Jacob slipped from his chair with the piece of sweet-cake in his hand, and going close up to Mordecai, who had been totally silent hitherto, said, "What does that mean--putting my nose to the grindstone?"

"Ay, ay, it's a good many years since I had to manage for her and myself," said Cohen. "It's that makes you a sharp knife."
"What makes a sharp knife, father?" said Jacob, his cheek swollen with cake.
The father winked at his guest and said, "Having your nose put to the grindstone."
Jacob slipped from his chair, cake in hand, and going to Mordecai, who had been silent hitherto, said, "What does that mean - putting my nose to the grindstone?"
