He blinked uneasily when Jonah reached for his apron.
"It vas no use putting on your apron.

Dere is not a stitch of work to be done," he cried in amazement.
Jonah looked round, it was true.

He remembered that the repairs, which were the backbone of Paasch's trade, began to come in slowly on Monday.
Paasch always began the week by making a pair of boots for the window, which he sold at half price when the leather had perished.

In his eagerness for work, he had forgotten that Paasch's business was so small.

He looked round with annoyance, realizing that he would never earn the wages here that he needed for his child.