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 Yes, my child, look after the oven that it doesn’t grow cold.

And now we will really see Fraidele bake bread?

(Fraidele rolls up her sleeves and proceeds to rake the red coals from the oven. The three men stand by at a little distance and watch her affectionately at her work.)