'He then turned to his eldest daughter, who, half-choked by sobs, explained: '"I am a big girl now." '"That is so, O my daughter." '"A year or two, and you and mother will provide me with a husband." '"That is possible." '"Another year, and I shall have a little son!" '"In sh' Allah!" said her father piously. '"Again a year or two, and my son runs about. His father makes for him a pair of small red shoes. He came down to the spring to play with other children, and from that overhanging bough--how shall I tell it?--he fell and broke his darling little neck!" Nesibeh hid her face again and wailed aloud. 'The priest, cut to the heart by the appalling news, tore his cassock up from foot to waist, and threw the ends over his face, vociferating: '"Woe, my little grandson! My darling little grandson! Oh, would that thou had lived to bury me, my little grandson!" And he too sank upon the ground, immersed in grief. 'At last the stranger wearied of the work of stripping off the mulberry leaves and carrying them up the staircase to the tethered sheep. He found his thirst increased by such exertions.' 'Did he in truth do that, with no one looking?' said Rashid. 'He must have been as big a fool as all the others.' 'He was, but in a different way,' said Suleyman. 'He walked down to the spring, and saw the congregation seated underneath the pear tree, shrieking like sinners at the Judgment Day. Among them sat the priest, with features hidden in his torn black petticoat. He ventured to approach the man and put a question. The priest unveiled his face a moment and was going to speak, but recollection of his sorrow overcame him. Hiding his face again, he wailed: '"Alas, my little grandson! My pretty little grandson! Ah, would that thou hadst lived to bury me, my little grandson!" 'A woman sitting near plucked at the stranger's sleeve and said: '"You see that girl. She will be soon full-grown. A year or two, and she will certainly be married. Another year, and she will have a little son. Her little son grows big enough to run about. His father made for him a pair of small red shoes. He came down to the spring to play with other children. You see that pear tree? On a day like this--a pleasant afternoon--he clambered up it, and from that bough, which overhangs the fountain, he fell and broke his little neck upon those stones. Alas, our little neighbour! Oh, would that thou had lived to bury us, our little neighbour!" And everyone began to rock and wail anew. 'The stranger stood and looked upon them for a moment, then he shouted: "Tfu 'aleykum!"[6] and spat upon the ground. No other word did he vouchsafe to them, but walked away; and he continued walking till he reached his native home. There, sitting in his ancient seat, he told his wife: '"Take comfort, O beloved! I have found one filthier."' Suleyman declared the story finished. 'Is there a moral to it?' asked Rashid.