have not ze knife; and he have drunk too much ze
beer, dot he not get up. Zen long time hees head go down on ze floor,
and he sleep, and he make big noise mit hees nose.

"Zen I come out ze leetle bed, and I go on ze floor, and ven I come vare
my moder be, I sake her and I sake her, but ce not speak. Zen I come to
ze bed vare Jeem be, and I sake him, and I tell him dot my fader have
kill my moder. Quick Jeem come dare, and he lif her up; and Fred come
out ze bed, and he get ze baby; and Jeem put ze vater on my moder, and
he sake her much times, and ce vake, and ce sit up in ze chair mit ze
baby. And ce tell Jeem dot he get ze blanket fon ze bed and he put it on
my fader, and he lif hees head, and he put under ze pillow.

"Jeem and Fred zey go in ze bed, and I go in ze leetle bed, but all ze
time my moder ce sit up dare in ze chair, mit ze baby, to ze fire, and
ce cry and ce cry."

IV.

"In ze morning my moder tell my fader dot ce vill go back to Italy, mit
her moder; and my fader say dot ce may, but ce not go.

"Ze peoples come, but my fader bees not dare, and he not make zem any
more mit ze brush, but some my moder make.

"All ze time my fader go vay, and he drink ze beer mit ze bad men; and
ze fire he not get, and he not get ze bread, and too much he strike.

"Von time my moder tell my fader dot ce vill come in ze America, and ce
vill make ze peoples dare mit ze brush, and ce vill get ze money, and ce
vill live; and my fader say dot ce may. Zen my moder say dot ce vill
take ze boys mit her; and my fader say No, he keep ze boys mit him. My
moder say No, ce take ze boys mit her; and my fader say No, he keep ze
boys mit him. Zen my moder say ce vill take ze baby and her little blind
boy mit her, and ce vill come in ze America; and my fader say dot ce may.

"Zen my moder sell ze ring fon her fing-er, and some ze money ce get,
and some ze money my granfader give her. Zen ce make me mit ze brush. I
sit up in ze chair, and ce look at me, and ce make me all roun mit ze
flowers. Ce make my curls go roun her fing-er, and zen ce make zem mit
ze brush in ze pic-sure, and ce make me mit vings; and ce make in my
hand vot ze boys shoot mit,--not ze gun vot make ze big noise and vot
kill, but ze bow mit ze tring, I not know vot you call it."

"The bow and arrow, Jakey."

"Yes, dot bees it, ze bow and ze arrow; and von time Jeem have shoot
Fred mit it in hees back, and he cry, and he come and he tell my moder
dot Jeem ha