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Stories of Childhood by Various
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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.

"Zen my moder sing, but ce have not ze harp, and ce have not ze piano;
and my fader sing mit her; and much ze peoples he make mit ze brush; and
my moder ce help him, all ze time ce help him, and Jeem and Fred zey
help; zey grind ze tings vot he make ze peoples mit. Von time I help;
ven Fred bees gone, I vash ze brushes, and my moder say dot I have make
zem clean so better as Fred. And all ze time I rock ze baby in ze leetle
bed, and I sing ze song vot my moder make ze baby sleep mit."

"Did your father stay always good, Jakey, and did he never drink the
beer any more?"

"Oh! no," he answered, with an earnestness that chilled my very heart,
and made me feel that he had not yet told me half the sorrow shut up in
his little bosom; and while, with tears in my eyes, I tried to encourage
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