"They're cannibals; they're lodging a complaint against me, in the court; they threaten to take it to the senate.

That's how they treat their own mother!" "Give her!" Semyon Yakovlevitch pointed to a sugar-loaf.

The boy skipped up, seized the sugar-loaf and dragged it to the widow.
"Ach, father; great is your merciful kindness.

What am I to do with so much ?" wailed the widow.
"More, more," said Semyon Yakovlevitch lavishly.
They dragged her another sugar-loaf.

"More, more!" the saint commanded.
They took her a third, and finally a fourth.