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teacher a pair of trousers (begging your pardon!) of such fantastic cut that the unfortunate teacher had to wear them as a vest, though he was not then in need of one, having a brand new sheepskin not more than three years old.
And now listen! Binyomin Droibnik the trader's mother died (blessed be the righteous Judge !), and her whole fortune went, according to the Law, to her only son Binyomin. She had to be buried at the expense of the community. If she was to be buried at all, it was the only way. But the whole town was furious with the old woman for having cheated them out of their expec- tations and taken her whole fortune away with her to the real world. None knew exactly why, but it was con- fidently believed that old "Aunt" Leah had heaps of treasure somewhere in hiding.
It was a custom with us in Kabtzonivke to say, when- ever anyone, man or woman, lived long, ate sicknesses by the clock, and still did not die, that it was a sign that he had in the course of his long life gathered great store of riches, that somewhere in a cellar he kept potsful of gold and silver.
The Funeral Society, the younger members, had long been whetting their teeth for "Aunt" Leah's for- tune, and now she had died (may she merit Paradise!) and had fooled them.
"What about her money?"
"A cow has flown over the roof and laid an egg !"
In that same night Reb Binyomin's cow (a real cow) calved, and the unfortunate consequence was that she died. The Funeral Society took the calf, and buried "Aunt" Leah at its own expense.
