I told him of my poverty, and he turned a deaf ear towards me.

I was forced to leave, and my child has become worse from exposure in the night air." "And vot have I cot to do mit all dis," he enquired.
"You can give me the means of purchasing medicine for my sick child," she replied.

"The amount thus bestowed cannot cause you any inconvenience, while it may be the means of saving life." "Dis never vill do," Mr.Swartz said, interrupting her.

"My goot woman, you must go to somepody else, I can't give away my monish." "You have got a plenty," she persisted, "you are rich.

Oh, aid me! If you believe there is a God above, who rewards the charitable, aid me, and receive the heartfelt blessings of a mother.