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"I think he said so, too," Yainkele persuaded himself. Then he gave a sigh, and added fearfully :
"He may lose the letter !"
"Bite your tongue out!" answered Berele, angrily, and they went sadly away to supper.
And three times a week, early in the morning, when Lezer the carrier came driving, the two brothers flew, not ran, to the Dalissovke Inn, to ask for an answer to their letter; and Lezer the carrier grew more pre- occupied and cross, and answered either with mumbled words, which the brothers could not understand, and dared not ask him to repeat, or else not at all, so that they went away with heavy hearts. But one day they heard Lezer the carrier speak distinctly, so that they understood quite well :
"What are you doing here, you two? What do you come plaguing me for? Letter? Fiddlesticks! How much do you pay me ? Am I a postman ? Eh ? Be off with you, and don't worry."
The brothers obeyed, but only in part: their hearts were like lead, their thin little legs shook, and tears fell from their eyes onto the ground. And they went no more to Lezer the carrier to ask for a letter.
"I wish he were dead and buried!" they exclaimed, but they did not mean it, and they longed all the time just to go and look at Lezer the carrier, his horse and cart. After all, they came from Dalissovke, and the two brothers loved them.
One day, two or three weeks after the carrier sent them about their business in the way described, the two
