The night was cold and dark, the moon passed silently overhead, and still she slept. Suddenly a tap on the shoulder, a yank of the little pigtails, and she was awakened by an obliging, sleepy-eyed haver. Hand in hand they walked to their first destination-the dining room. And there they found more than just an empty place, mosquitoes about the lights, and dirty dishes on the table; there was a building of which they were a part-they recently had carried logs to repair it, and now it was theirs.
Dirty dishes did not matter, the mosquito bites did not itch quite so much-the place was theirs. Faithfully through the night they guarded it, and when the early hours* of the morn began to break, they woke two other haverim.
Yes, the girl with the pigtails and the sleepy-eyed haver were on guard duty. The dining room was theirs-all theirs!
Haboneh, 1941