the house. 'Pray enter,' said he, and
brought them into the house; then going up to where his wife was, 'O
wife,' said he, 'I have brought some travellers that we may give them a
cup of broth.' 'O master,' said his wife, 'is there oil in the house or
rice, or have you brought any that you wish to have broth?' 'Bless me,'
said the Cogia, 'give me the broth pan,' and snatching it up, he
forthwith ran to where the students were, and exclaimed, 'Pray, pardon
me, gentlemen, but had there been oil or rice in our house, this is the
pan in which I would have served the broth up to you.'

One day the Cogia going into the kitchen of his house, laid himself down;
presently the Cogia's daughter entering into the kitchen to fetch
something, saw her father lying hidden behind a cask. 'O my lord and
father, what do you do here?' said she. 'What could I better do to get
out of your mother's way than come into this foreign country,' said the
Cogia.

One day when the Cogia was in his chamber, a man knocked at the door of
the house. 'What do you want?' said the Cogia from above. 'Come down,'
said the man, who was a beggar. The Cogia forthwith came down and said,
'What do you want?' 'I want your charity,' said the man. 'Come
upstairs,' said the Cogia. When the beggar had come up, the Cogia said,
'God help you.' 'O master,' said the other, 'why did you not say so
below?' Said the Cogia, 'When I was above stairs, why did you bring me
down.'

Once upon a time the wife of the Cogia was in labour; one day, two days,
she sat upon the chair but could not bring forth; the women who attended
her cried from the interior apartment to the Cogia: 'O master, do you
know no prayer by means of which the child may be brought into the
world?' 'I know a specific,' said the Cogia, and forthwith running to a
grocer's shop he procured some walnuts, and bringing them he said, 'Make
way,' and going into the room he spread the walnuts under the chair, and
said: 'Now that the child sees the walnuts he will come out to play with
them.'

One day the Cogia's wife, in order to plague the Cogia, boiled some broth
exceedingly hot, brought it into the room and placed it on the table. The
wife then, forgetting that it was hot, took a spoon and put some into her
mouth, and, scalding herself, began to shed tears. 'O wife,' said the
Cogia, 'what is the matter with you; is the broth hot?' 'Dear Efendi,'
said the wife, 'my mother, who is now dead, loved br