"He says that he will turn you out."
"I will go."
"The green-grocer wants to be paid, or she will supply no more fagots. How shall we warm ourselves this winter if we have no wood?"
"There is the sun."
"The butcher has stopped our credit, and will not supply any more meat."
"That is lucky, for I cannot digest meat; it is heavy."
"But what shall we have for dinner?"
"Bread."
"The baker insists on receiving something on account; no money, no bread, he says."
"Very good."