Stands now we must restore him.' 'Thou hast many times acquired merit--' 'My merit.

What is it?
Old bag of bones making curries for men who do not ask "Who cooked this ?" Now if it were stored up for my grandson--' 'He that had the belly-pain ?' 'To think the Holy One remembers that! I must tell his mother.

It is most singular honour! "He that had the belly-pain"-- straightway the Holy One remembered.

She will be proud.' 'My chela is to me as is a son to the unenlightened.' 'Say grandson, rather.

Mothers have not the wisdom of our years.