"Why, we are moving into this house, aren't we?" said the Khoja. "I've brought the rest of the things."
Tale 9.—The Bird of Prey and the Piece of Soap.
One day the Khoja went with his wife to wash clothes at the head of a spring.
They had placed the soap beside them on the ground, and were just about to begin, when a black bird of prey swooped suddenly down, and snatching up the soap, flew away with it, believing it to be some kind of food.
"Run, Khoja, run!" cried the distracted wife. "Make haste, I beseech you, and catch that thief of a bird. He has carried off my soap."
"O wife!" replied the Khoja, "let him alone. He wants it more than we do, poor fellow! Our clothes are not half so black as what he has got on."
Tale 10.—The Khoja and the Wolves.
"Wife!" said the Khoja one day, "how do you know when a man is dead?"
"When his hands and feet have become cold, Khoja," replied the good woman, "I know that it is all over then. The man is dead."