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 monds. Hold your hands out and I'll pour some into them.

Enough, enough! You're giving me all of them!

Just leave me a few raisins, but the almonds you take. See—lost my front teeth. Hard to chew.

&ensp;(tasting) Has the taste of nuts.

But other nuts haven’t such a fine flavor, my child.

I’ll leave some for papa.

Ha-ha, you’re a faithful child! But, do you know, you're already a marriageable girl! Troubles everywhere! A mother goes and leaves such a radiant child!&emsp;(Looking at the dough.)&emsp;Oh, it’s rising! Fine! Fine!

I’ll have to raise Pinele, too.

His mother in Paradise will not let him fall!

(A thunderstorm is heard coming on.)

Oh, how it thunders!

“Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God, King of the Universe, whose strength and might fill the