And ven ze bells ring,
and von Sunday have come, ze baby, ce be dead. I not know zen vot dead
mean. I not know ce bees cold; and too quick I take my hand avay, and I
tell my moder dot ce bring ze baby to ze fire. My moder say, No, ze fire
not varm her, ce bees dead, and ze man vill come and put her avay in ze
ground; and my moder ce cry and ce cry. And vile ce cry, ze man come mit
ze box, and he pull ze baby fon my moder, and quick he put her in ze
box; and ven he make ze nail drive, my moder cry like ce die.
"My moder ce stay dare in ze big house, and von day ce go to fine ze
peoples vot ce vill make mit ze brush, and von oder day ce go to fine ze
peoples, and von oder day ce go. Zen von day ce go to fine ze place vare
ce vill live; and ven ce come back, ce say dot ce have fine it, and in
ze morning ce vill go dare mit me. But in ze night, all ze time ce talk,
and ce not know vare ce be. Some ze time ce tink ce bees in Germany mit
my fader, and ce tink he have drunk ze beer, and he vill kill her. Some
ze time ce tink ce bees in Italy mit her moder, and ce have not run avay
mit my fader. And some ze time ce tink ce bees in ze ship, and ze vinds
blow too hard, and ze tree come crash down. Zen all ze time ce say Vater,
vater, vater! but ce have not ze vater, and ce bees hot, too hot. Ven ce
touch me, I tink ce burn me, and ce go up in ze bed, and ce pull ze
blanket and ze tings, and all ze time ce say Vater, vater, vater! And I
cry dot I not fine ze vater.
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