Zen he go roun on his feets and he say some vords
to my fader. He tell him, dot he vill be good? dot he vill not drink ze
beer? dot he vill vork? dot he vill make ze peoples mit ze brush? dot he
vill love my moder, and get ze bread and ze fire and ze meat? and my
fader say he vill, he vill! Zen ze man vot have said _ze vord_ tell my
fader dot he may go; and quick von oder man take ze chains fon hees
feets and fon hees hands, and he bees too glad; and he lif up my moder,
and he sake her dot ce speak, and he love her, and he come avay mit her.
And my granfader bring me; I come mit him in hees arms, and vile my
granfader valk, he cry.
"Ven it bees night, ze big man vot sit vay high in ze chair and vot have
said _ze vord_, come to ze house, and he see my moder dare in ze bed;
and he talk mit her, and he talk mit my fader, and he say some vords mit
Jeem and mit Fred, and he hold me on hees lap.
"Long time he stay dare, and ven he go vay, he tell my fader, if he vill
make him mit ze brush? and my fader say dot he vill. Zen much times he
come dare, and ven my fader have make him big all aroun, fon hees feets
to hees head, mit ze chair vot he sit in vay high, ven he say _ze vord_,
he give my fader much ze money, much money he give; and my fader get ze
fire mit it, and ze bread and ze meat; and he love my moder, and he love
Jeem, and he love Fred, and me he love.
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