All the same, I feel very, very sorry for them. At times they are almost starving. To think of it!—starving!
Yes, too true. Once upon a time they had plenty of furniture and clothes; but, little by little, they have had to sell them, until now they have nothing at all left.
Yes, I remember the time when she used to wear beautiful serge dresses; but now those dresses have had to go for bread.
And he used to wear a fine frockcoat—the one in which he got married; but that too has had to go.
In fact, the only valuables they have left to them are their wedding-rings. What poverty, to be sure!
Oh, they do not care, they do not care! I too have been young, and know how one takes things at that age.
What do you say, Grandfather?
I say that they do not care, they do not care.
See, it almost makes Grandfather sing, even to think of them!
Yes, and dance too!