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so what excuses could he possibly make? Once for all, I would give him a bit of my mind, and take away the work unfinished it will be a lesson for him for the next time !
Thus it was, walking along and deciding on what I should say to Seinwill, that I turned into the street to which I had been directed. Once in the said street, I had no need to ask questions, for I was at once shown a little, low house, roofed with mouldered slate.
I stooped a little by way of precaution, and entered Seinwill's house, which consisted of a large kitchen.
Here he lived with his wife and children, and here he worked.
In the great stove that took up one-third of the kitchen there was a cheerful crackling, as in every Jewish home on a Friday.
In the forepart of the oven, on either hand, stood a variety of pots and pipkins, and gossipped together in their several tones. An elder child stood beside them holding a wooden spoon, with which she stirred or skimmed as the case required.
Seinwill's wife, very much occupied, stood by the one four-post bed, which was spread with a clean white sheet, and on which she had laid out various kinds of cakes, of unbaked dough, in honor of Sabbath. Beside her stood a child, its little face red with crying, and hindered her in her work.
"Seinwill, take Chatzkele away ! How can I get on with the cakes ? Don't you know it's Friday ?" she kept calling out, and Seinwill, sitting at his work beside a
