The children must not starve on the morrow.
"Oh, thank you, Herr Schmidt!" cried poor Vjera in a joyful voice as she eagerly took the proffered coins.

"Twenty already! Why, twenty-five will be half, will it not?
And I am sure that we can find the rest, then." "There is Dumnoff," said Schmidt.

"He probably has something, too." "But I could not borrow of him--besides, if he knew it was for the Count--and he is so rough--he would not give it to us." "We shall see," answered the other, who knew his man.

"Wait a moment.

He is still inside." He re-entered the shop, where Fischelowitz and his wife were conversing under the gaslight.
"I tell you," Akulina was saying, "that it is high time you got rid of him.