"Somebody must die dat I may live." "You said that before," said Manasseh severely. "A good Schnorrer would not have slaughtered so many for his dinner. It is a waste of good material. And then you told lies!" "How do you know they are not dead?" pleaded Yankelé. The King shook his head reprovingly. "A first-class Schnorrer never lies," he laid it down. "I might have made truth go as far as a lie—if you hadn't come to dinner yourself." "What is that you say? Why, I came to encourage you by showing you how easy your task was." "On de contrary, you made it much harder for me. Dere vas no dinner left." [101] [101] "But against that you must reckon that since the Rabbi had already invited one person, he couldn't be so hard to tackle as I had fancied." "Oh, but you must not judge from yourself," protested Yankelé. "You be not a Schnorrer—you be a miracle." "But I should like a miracle for my son-in-law also," grumbled the King. "And if you had to schnorr a son-in-law, you vould get a miracle," said Yankelé soothingly. "As he has to schnorr you, he gets the miracle." "True," observed Manasseh musingly, "and I think you might therefore be very well content without the dowry." "So I might," admitted Yankelé, "only you vould not be content to break your promise. I suppose I shall have some of de dowry on de marriage morning." "On that morning you shall get my daughter—without fail. Surely that will be enough for one day!" "Vell, ven do I get de money your daughter gets from de Synagogue?" "When she gets it from the Synagogue, of course." "How much vill it be?"
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