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 Yes, I cried. But only one little tear fell into the bread.&emsp;(Anxiously.)&emsp;Won’t it rise now?

We’ll see. Bring me a pillow and a chopping-knife.&emsp;(Fraidele does so.)&emsp;That’s it. Cover the bread with the pillow so it will be warm.&emsp;(She covers the tub with the pillow.)&emsp;And put the chopping-knife underneath. How comes a girl to cry into the bread?

Maybe you would like to eat something, bobbe?

Your own lips look dry, I see. I suppose you haven’t had anything in your own mouth today.

My little brother is sick—very sick!

Tu-tu, and you have to be the mamma, too! Where is he?

He is in the cradle in the other room. His eyes are open and his little face burns like fire.

(They both go into the other room. The old woman’s voice is heard exclaiming: “Oi, what a baby! Oi, a baby like the shining sun! You—you—you! Open wide your little eyes. That’s it, laugh a little bit. Laugh for the bobbe’she! So! So!” They come back.)

Do you think he’ll get well?