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 Is that your whole business?

Somehow, my hands don’t lift themselves to anything better.

One mustn’t lose courage.

In what do you deal?

We deal in grain.

We carry on a big business.

Yes, if one could only get that far.

But times are bad. Business is falling off.

And where are you going now, also on business?

Yes. This time on his account—on my son’s account.

Papa, I just threw in some more wood and I’m afraid it will get too hot in the oven.

Sh! Don’t disturb them. Let them talk there. We'll fix it between us, somehow. Just look after the bread that it doesn’t run over.

My little one isn’t well—struggling along without a mother!