Page 141 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen

Gitl opened her eyes and slapped Hannah's face with-
out warning. "That may be camp talk out there, but in
here, we say the prayer for the dead properly, like good
Jews."
"Gitl the Bear," someone murmured.
Hannah looked up, hand on her smarting cheek. She
could not find the speaker, so spoke to them all. "Gitl
is right," she said, her cheek burning. "Gitl is right."
Gitl began reciting the Kaddish, rocking back and
forth on the sleeping shelf with the sonorous words,
and the prayer was like the tolling of a death bell. The
rest joined her at once. Hannah found she was saying
the words along with them, even though her mind didn't
seem to have any memory of the prayer: Yis-ga-dal
.
v'yis-ka-dash sh'may ra-bo . .

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