donkey brayed loudly from within.

"O Khoja Effendi!" cried the man, "what you say cannot be true, for I
can hear your donkey quite distinctly as I stand here."

"What a strange man you must be," said the Effendi. "Is it possible that
you believe a donkey rather than me, who am grey-haired and a Khoja?"

_Tale_ 6.--The Khoja's Gown.

One day the Khoja's wife, having washed her husband's gown, hung it out
in the garden to dry.

Now in the dusk of the evening the Khoja repaired to his garden, where
he saw, as he believed, a thief standing with outstretched arms.

"O you rascal!" he cried, "is it you who steal my fruit? But you shall
do so no more."

And having called to his wife for his bow and arrows, the Khoja took
aim and pierced his gown through the middle. Then without waiting to see
the result he hastened into his house, secured the door with much care,
and retired to rest.

When morning dawned, the Khoja went out into the garden, where
perceiving that what he had hit was his own gown, he seated himself and
returned thanks to the All-merciful Disposer of Events.

"Truly," said he, "I have had a narrow escape. If I had been inside it,
I should have been dead long before this!"

_Tale_ 7.--The Khoja and the Fast of Ramadan.

In a certain year, when the holy month of the fast of Ramadan was
approaching, Khoja Nasr-ed-Deen took counsel with himself and resolved
not to observe it.

"Truly," said he, "there is no necessity that I should fast like the
common people. I will rather provide myself with a vase into which I
will drop a stone every day. When there are thirty pebbles in the vase,
I shall know that Ramadan is over, and I shall then be able to keep the
feast of Bairam at the proper season."

Accordingly, on the first day of the month the Khoja dropped a stone
into the vase, and so he continued to do day by day.

Now the Khoja had a little daughter, and it came to pass that one day
the child, having observed the pebbles in the vase, went out and
gathered a handful and added them to the rest. But her father was not
aware of it.

[Illustration: THE KHOJA COUNTS.]

On the twenty-fifth day of Ramadan the Khoja met at the Bazaar with
certain of his neighbours, who said to him, "Be good enough, most
learned Khoja, to tell us what day of the month it is."

"Wait a bit, and I will see," replied the Khoja. Saying this, he ran to
his house, emptied the vase, and began to count the stones. To his
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