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 Maybe you’d like to eat something. I can put potatoes into the oven to bake.

Nu—of course, they will eat!

I’ll run and bring some potatoes from the barn.&emsp;(She runs out.)

A girl—pss!—a fire! Left an orphan! What a pity! The milk is still wet on her lips!

Growing up a fine little housewife, too!

And see what a bread she’s kneaded! Ha-ha-ha!

(Fraidele hurries in carrying potatoes in her apron. She throws them into the oven.)

Enough, enough! Ah, a real Gehenna in the oven!

It’s clearing up outside. You can hop up on the wagon, granny, we’ll give you a lift. I could take you to the village nearby where there are some Jewish folk.

You can stay overnight with us, bobbe’she. There’s an empty bed. You can sleep in that.

&ensp;(teasing) And if we wanted to stay till morning, where would you put us, huh?