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 Ha, ha! Was nodding a bit, so she fell into the sieve.&emsp;(She hands the bottle to him.)&emsp;That’s good, my child. Bring over a glass, too, the little one—that’s the one. Will you have a sip, too?

I’m afraid it will make me drunk.

&emsp;(saying the blessing over the brandy) “Blessed art Thou, God, Lord of the Universe, who calleth everything into existence through Thy word.” Ha—another year and you’ll be a bride. In another year you will be sixteen. Did you know it?

Give me a little bit.

Say the grace.

I did already.&emsp;(She drinks.)&emsp;Ah, I feel warmer.

I’ll take another glassful. You’ve had enough.

Oh, my head’s turning!

Lively doings in the village tonight.

But I wouldn’t leave you alone.

You did quite right. It isn’t right to leave such an old grandfather all alone.