Give me a replacement soul! he demanded of the Widow. Give up yours or the soul of your brat!
“To save us, I bargained with the Devil,” the woman told her son. “A little known truth is that he's a slow fellow and can be duped. I traded him my hand for the soul he’d lost. A soul is worth more than all the rest of a body. Remember, you may give the Devil anything else, but never your soul.”
“Will I see the Devil?” asked the fearful boy. “How will I know him?”