Vol. iy at 9.] Some Arab Folk Tales from Hazramaut. 419 
“ All right; say it, my mistress.” She said, “‘ And wilt thou do 
as I say?” He said, “I will.’ Then she said, ‘“ When thy 
master goes to sleep and puts his dagger on the shelf, do thou take 
it and throw it on the floor.” He said, ‘ right.” She said, 
“ But thou must do this for three or four nights.” “ All right,” 
said he. 
The negro went off, and when it was night he waited till his 
master was asleep and then took the dagger from the shelf and 
placed it on the ground. In the morning, when the master arose, 
he found his dagger on the floor. ‘“ That’s odd,” said he; “my 
dagger—lI put it on the shelf, and in the morning it is on the floor 
—or did I forget and not put it on the shelf? ” 
The next night the slave did as before, and the dagger was 
found in the morning on the floor. Said the master, “ What is it 
that casts down the dagger? The house is haunted and no longer 
fit for me—but I'll wait another night.” ge 
The third night the slave took the dagger and cast it inside of 
the honse-door. In the morning the master couldn’t find his dag- 
ger. He went to open the door and found it downstairs near the 
band were living happily together in the house. 
