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Little Shloimie Rothbart had just been put to bed for the umpteenth time and his mother's patience was wearing thin. "If I hear you call 'Mommy' one more time, you will be punished," she warned him sternly.
For a while it was quiet, and then she heard a small voice call from the top of the stairs, "Mrs. Rothbart? Can I have a drink of water?"