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 Rh Perfectly pacified, the old woman made a movement as if to continue on her way. She made an attempt to raise the bag of chips to her shoulder, but the boy jumped up and said: "Let me carry it, babushka; I am going in the same direction in which you live."

The old woman shook her head as she handed the bag to the boy, and together they started down the street. In the excitement she forgot to take the money from Martin for the apple.

Martin, with a smile of satisfaction on his face, stood silently gazing after them; and he heard them talking in a friendly manner as the sound of their voices died away in the distance.

After their departure Martin returned to his basement. Going down the steps he found his eye-glasses. Fortunately, they were not broken.

Martin again took up his work and began to stitch. After working some little time he saw that it was growing dark and he could no longer see to sew. Looking through the window, he