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Ha, Lind, you've drawn the prize Of luck,—-congratulations buzz and dance All day about you, like a swarm of flies.

They're all at heart so kindly and so nice; But rather fewer clients would suffice. Their helping hands begin to gall and fret me; I'll get a moment's respite, if they'll let me.

[Going out to the right.

Whither away?

Our den;—it has a lock; In case you find the oak is sported, knock.

But shall I not fetch Anna to you?

No— If she wants anything, she'll let me know. Last night we were discussing until late; We've settled almost everything of weight; Besides I think it scarcely goes with piety To have too much of one's beloved's society.

Yes, you are right; for daily food we need A simple diet.