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CONCERNING LITTLE WILLY KAATENSTEIN]
I HAD one day given my friend Annabel Lee the bare outline of the facts in a case, and I asked her if she would kindly make a story from it and tell it me.
So my friend Annabel Lee told me a little story that also runs in my mind, someway, in measure and rhythm.
“There lived in a town in Montana,” said my friend Annabel Lee, “not very long ago, in a quiet street, a family of that sort of persons which is called Jewish. And it is so short a time ago that they are there yet.
“Their name was Kaatenstein.
“There was Mrs. Kaatenstein and Mr. Kaatenstein and the four young children, Harry Kaatenstein and Leah Kaatenstein and Jenny Kaatenstein and little Willy Kaatenstein.
“And there was the hired girl whose name was Emma.
“And there was Uncle Will, Mrs. Kaatenstein’s brother, who lived with them.
“Mrs. Kaatenstein was short and dark and sometimes quite cross, and she always put up fruit in its season, with the help of the hired girl, and the kitchen was then very warm.