"Who else? What I earn is for all of us."
"God bless you!" said Zussmann; "but you have enough to do to keep yourself."
"Indeed he has!" said Hulda. "We couldn't dream of taking a farthing!" But her eyes were wet.
"I insist!" said the Red Beadle.
She thanked him sweetly, but held firm.
"I will advance the money on loan till Zussmann gets work."
Zussmann wavered, his eyes beseeching her, but she was inflexible.
The Red Beadle lost his temper. "And this is what you call the brotherhood of humanity!"
"He is right, Hulda. Why should we not take from one another? Pride perverts brotherhood."
"Dear husband," said Hulda, "it is not pride to refuse to rob the poor. Besides, what delicacies do I need? Is not this a land flowing with milk?"