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26 I am off to my work but, darling, you won't go out, will you?

No, I won't. But, Uncle, you'll let me be in this room by the roadside.

Curds, curds, good nice curds.

Curdseller, I say, Curdseller.

Why do you call me? Will you buy some curds?

How can I buy? I have no money.