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. A peck of opals.

. Fair, fair! But we ought to work longer hours.

. Yes, what's the good of coming home&mdash;except to sleep.

. And have supper.

. [With scorn.] Oh, that supper!

. I know, I know! It's wretched. If we cook it at night it's too hot to eat; if we cook it in the morning it's cold and dusty by night; but what else can we do?

. And I'd rather sleep underground than in those beds.

. So would we!

. I know! They haven't been made for twelve years. But it doesn't pay to take time from digging diamonds to make beds, so what can we do?

. [Sighing.] Nothing.