"Who was scolding? who? what? Can't I speak against my own husband?"
"What is his 'German' name?" I ask again.
The beadle remembers it himself, and answers, "Jungfreud."
"I beg of you, friend, come later on, when my husband is here; that's his affair! I've enough to do with the shop and six children. Go away, for goodness' sake!"
I make a note of six children, and ask how many are married.
"Married! I wish any of them were married, I should have fewer gray hairs."
"Are they all girls?"
"Three are boys."
"What are they doing?"