"How I spoil it! My words are always stupid, when I feel .-- Well, now my mother and I were quite peaceful, and my father was better fed.

One night he brought home a Jew gentleman, beautifully dressed, with diamonds all over him.

He sparkled like the Christmas cakes in pastry-cooks' windows.

I sang to him, and he made quite a noise about me.

But the man made me so uncomfortable, touching my shoulders, and I could not bear his hands, even when he was praising me.