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Whichever you please. No, brother, no, the cakes are yours, not mine. It is for you to say. Well, then, give me the one nearest you, and take the other. Yes, brother, yes, said the girl; and taking the cakes, she flung them into the air two or three times, catching them as they fell, and singing the while. Pretty brother, gray-haired brother - here, brother, said she, here is your cake, this other is mine. Are you sure, said I, taking the cake, that this is the one I chose? Quite sure, brother; but if you like you can have mine; theres no difference, however - shall I eat? Yes, sister, eat. See, brother, I do; now, brother, eat, pretty brother, gray-haired brother. I am not hungry. Not hungry! well, what then - what has being hungry to do with the matter? It is my grandbebees cake which was sent because you were kind to the poor persons child; eat, brother, eat, and we shall be like the children in the wood that the gorgios speak of. The children in the wood had nothing to eat. Yes, they had hips and haws; we have better. Eat, brother. See, sister, I do, and I ate a piece of the cake. Well, brother, how do you like it? said the girl, looking fixedly at me. It is very rich and sweet, and yet there is something strange about it; I dont think I shall eat any more. Fie, brother, fie, to find fault with the poor persons cake; see, I have nearly eaten mine. Thats a pretty little dog. Is it not, brother? thats my juggal, my little sister, as I call her. Come here, juggal, said I to the animal. What do you want with my juggal? said the girl. Only to give her a piece of cake, said I, offering the dog a piece which I had just broken off. What do you mean? said the girl, snatching the dog away; my grandbebees cake is not for dogs. Why, I just now saw you give the animal a piece of yours. You lie, brother, you saw no such thing; but I see how it is, you wish to affront the poor persons child. I shall go to my house. Keep still, and dont be angry; see, I have eaten the piece which I offered the dog. I meant no offence. It is a sweet cake after all. |
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