But now--now that he had to go away, and winter was at the door-- She could keep up no longer, and burst into tears.
Wilhelm seated himself cautiously on the broken chair, and asked, "Where is your husband now?
and what does he think of doing ?" "He is trying to get through to the Rhine, and get work at Dortmund, or somewhere in that neighborhood," she answered, while the tight sobs caught her breath, and she wiped away the tears with the back of her hand.

"If he can't get any work he will go to France, or Belgium, or even America, if he must.

But that takes a lot of money, and where is one to get it without stealing?
We are to come to him when he has found work, and can send us the money for the journey.

Till then--" With the free arm that was not holding the child she made a hopeless gesture.
At that moment the door opened and Father Stubbe came in, carrying in one hand a lighted candle, and in the other a great, fresh-smelling loaf of bread.

He placed both upon the bare table, and then discreetly withdrew.
"Bread! bread!" cried the children, awakened to sudden life, and jumping off the bed they gathered round the table with greedy eyes, clapping their hands.