So the same evening I sent for the woman, and when I told her of our decision she burst into tears and wrung her hands.

'Do not grieve so,' I said, taking compassion upon her, 'I will buy thee another fowl.' But she wept on, uncomforted.

'O woe! woe!' she cried.

'We ate it all up yesterday.'" Pinchas was convulsed with laughter.

Recovering himself, he lit his half-smoked cigar without asking leave.
"I thought it would turn out differently," he said.