The schoolmaster wrote out the envelope, as usual, but the maggid did not post the letter.
Poor Caminski fell into it—you remember the red-haired weaver who sold his looms to the maggid's brother-in-law.
"Children and fools speak the truth," said the maggid, pinching her cheek.
How the maggid would have been stricken to the heart to know that Isaac now heard these legends with inverted sympathies!
After his wife died—vainly calling for her Isaac—the old maggid was left heart-broken.