"I will read the whole statement to you, Isaacs, and then you will be able to see whether I have taken down your words correctly," said Ishmael. And he took up the manuscript and read it carefully through, pausing frequently to give the Jew an opportunity of correcting him, if necessary.
"Dat ish all right," said Isaacs, when the reading was finished.
"Now sign it, Isaacs."
The Jew affixed his signature.
"Now, Isaacs that is all I want of you for the present; but should you be required to make oath to the truth of this, I suppose that you will be found ready to do so."
"Fader Abraham! yes, I vill do anyding at all, or anyding else, to serve mine kinswoman," said the Jew, rising.
"Thank you, Isaacs. Now tell me where I shall find you, in case you shall be wanted?"
"I am lotging mit mine frient, Samuel Phineas, Butter Lane,
Burrough."
"I will remember. Thank you, Isaacs. You have done your kinswoman and her friends good service. She will be grateful to you. I have no doubt she will send for you. Would you like to come to her?"
"Mit all my feet. Vere ish she?"