Thirty-seven years we worked together.

I stood up for Heinrich at his wedding and he stood up for me at mine.

He's a stubborn assel!" "That's the trouble," mused Johnny, "He said he wouldn't work in this shop any more." "Here must he come--in this place!" reiterated Ersten, instantly stern; and he walked sturdily away, removing his coat.
Johnny found Heinrich Schnitt weeding onions, picking out each weed with minute care and petting the tender young bulbs through their covering of soft earth as he went along.

Mama Schnitt, divided into two bulges by an apron-string and wearing a man's broad-brimmed straw hat, stood placidly at the end of the row for company.
"Good morning, Mr.Schnitt," said Johnny cheerfully.

"I have just come from Ersten's.