"Fievele," she said, "thou shouldst be repeating thy chumish now, thou shouldst not be here!"
"I've got such a headache, Mamma," he murmured clasping his forehead with a somewhat exaggerated gesture. "I want to go out for a minute or two! I'm stuffed!"
"But he said 'no'!"
"I've finished now. I know it all. What more can I do?"
"Thou must not think of it!"
"Ah, let me," he said appealingly, "only a minute or two!"
"What will he say to me, Feivele? Better go not!"
"Oh, I'll be back straight away! Or I'll tell you what; you stand at the front door, and when he starts getting up wave your hand and I'll be back in a jiffy, long before he's down. Ah do, Mamma!"
"If thou hast a headache it is best for thee to be outside!" she said uneasily. "Go then. But forget not the moment I wave to thee, thou art back!"
Philip darted to the door.