My
brother-in-law, he works in the snuff factory there, and he give me a
grain or two. Have you anything good in your kerchief?
OLD WEAVER
Only a little pearl barley. I was coming along behind Ulbrich the
miller's cart, and there was a slit in one of the sacks. I can tell you
we'll be glad of it.
OLD BAUMERT
There's twenty-two mills in Peterswaldau, but of all they grind, there's
never nothin' comes our way.
OLD WEAVER
We must keep up heart. There's always somethin' comes to help us on
again.
HEIBER
Yes, when we're hungry, we can pray to all the saints to help us, and if
that don't fill our bellies we can put a pebble in our mouths and suck
it. Eh, Baumert?
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DREISSIGER
It was nothing serious. The boy is all right again. [_Walks about
excitedly, panting._] But all the same it's a disgrace. The child's so
weak that a puff of wind would blow him over. How people, how any parents
can be so thoughtless is what passes my comprehension. Loading him with
two heavy pieces of fustian to carry six good miles! No one would believe
it that hadn't seen it. It simply means that I shall have to make a rule
that no goods brought by children will be taken over.
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