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 You know, my child, I feel the same way. I get lonely, too.

Go in, papa, and see how Pinele is.

Has he had anything in his little mouth today?

I put a fresh teat into his mouth. You know, papa, there’s only one little piece of sugar left in the house. Don’t forget to bring some sugar from the city.

I can’t bear to see you toil so, my child. You work beyond your strength.

It isn’t too hard for me, if only Pinele would get well.

(Mordcha goes into the other room to see the baby. Fraidele continues her kneading. He comes back.)

Well, how is he? You know, I cried today. Maybe, if mamma were alive, Pinele wouldn’t be sick.

Maybe Heaven will grant he will get well.

He’s asleep.

His little face just burns!

If only mamma were alive!