"Two remain at home."
"Well, and if three get ill?" Velvel went on asking us, and we went on answering him.
"Three stay at home."
"What would happen if, for example, we all took ill?"
"We should all stay at home."
"Then let a sickness come upon us all," he cried joyfully. We replied angrily:
"The Lord forbid! Are you mad, or have you lost your reason?"
"I am not mad, and I have not lost my reason. Only you are fools, yes. Do I mean that we are to be really ill? I mean that we are to pretend to be ill, so that we shall not have to go to 'Cheder.' Do you understand me now?"
When Velvel had explained his plan to us, we began to understand it, and to like it. And we began to ask ourselves what sort of an illness we should suffer from. One suggested toothache, another headache, a third stomach-ache, a fourth worms. But we decided that it was not going to be toothache, nor headache, nor stomach-ache, nor worms. What then? We must all together complain of pains in our feet, because the doctor could decide whether we really suffered from any of the other illnesses or not. But if we told him we had pains in our feet, and were unable to move them, he could do nothing.
"Remember, children, you are not to get out of bed tomorrow morning. And so that we may all be certain that not one of us will come to 'Cheder' tomorrow, let us promise one another, take an oath."