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 Will I live to be so old?

Ha, ha! not every one lives to be a hundred.

Father will live that long, too.

If father can outwit Him!

Whom do you mean?

Ha, ha! Him, I mean—the Angel of Death.

How did you fool him?

Ha, ha, ha! He came and stood in the doorway with his great knife in his hand and searched for me with his thousand eyes. What did I do? I dressed up my knee with my skull-cap and extended it to him—and he slaughtered me in the knee. Ha, ha, ha!

Did it leave a mark on your knee?

A mark. It looked like a red thread on the skin.&emsp;(He drinks a glass of brandy.)&emsp;Even He can be fooled. Look and see if the folks are coming now.

Now, I’m afraid to look out of the window.