"Would you like me to die?"
"Like," answered the child, not knowing what "to die" meant, and thinking it must be something nice.
"Will you say Kaddish after me?" asked Reb Selig, in a strangled voice, and he was seized with a fit of coughing.
"Will say!" promised the child.
"Shall you know how?"
"Shall!"
"Well, now, say: Yisgaddal."
"Yisdaddal," repeated the child in his own way.
"Veyiskaddash."
"Veyistaddash."