I am in the seventh heaven because I can give her a lecture on "Kaballa."
"'Kaballa,' little fool, is a thing that is useful. By means of 'Kaballa' I can make myself invisible to you, whilst I can see you. By means of 'Kaballa' I can draw wine from a stone, and gold from a wall. By means of 'Kaballa' I can manage that we two shall rise up into the clouds, and even higher than the clouds."
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To rise up in the air with Busie, by means of "Kaballa," into the clouds, and higher than the clouds, and fly with her far, far over the ocean—that was one of my best dreams. There, on the other side of the ocean, live the dwarfs who are descended from the giants of King David's time. The dwarfs who are, in reality, good-natured folks. They live on sweets and the milk of almonds, and play all day on little flutes, and dance all together in a ring, romping about. They are afraid of nothing, and are fond of strangers. When a man comes to them from our world, they give him plenty to eat and drink, dress him in the finest garments, and load him with gold and silver ornaments. Before he leaves, they fill his pockets with diamonds and rubies which are to be found in their streets like mud in ours.
"Like mud in the streets? Well!" said Busie to me when I had told her all about the dwarfs.
"Do you not believe it?"
"Do you believe it?"
"Why not?"
"Where did you hear it?"
"Where? At school."