There will be one mouth less for you to feed.' "There now, see what my tongue has done," said Catherine, and the next moment she began to cry.

For she saw her first young bird on the edge of the nest trying his wings to fly into the world.

Richart had a calm, strong will, and she knew he never wasted a word.
It ended as nature has willed all such discourse shall end: young Richart went to Amsterdam with a face so long and sad as it had never been seen before, and a heart like granite.
That afternoon at supper there was one mouth less.

Catherine looked at Richart's chair and wept bitterly.

On this Elias shouted roughly and angrily to the children, "Sit wider, can't ye: sit wider!" and turned his head away over the back of his seat awhile, and was silent.
Richart was launched, and never cost them another penny; but to fit him out and place him in the house of Vander Stegen, the merchant, took all the little hoard but one gold crown.