e money vot he get mit ze vatch? and he say
dot he have not ze money, dot he not sell ze vatch. Zen my moder say,
Vare ze vatch den? and he say dot he have loss it, dot vile he sell it,
von man get it! But my moder say No, he have got ze money and he have
drunk ze beer mit ze bad men, ce know he have. Zen my fader strike her
von time and von time; and ven ce go on ze floor, he strike her dare mit
hees feets, and ce not move, like ce be dead, and he say he vill kill
her, he vill, he vill! And Jeem scream and Fred scream, and my fader get
ze big knife vot he cut ze bread mit, and he lif it vay high, and say
loud much times dot he vill kill zem all! But ze men vot vatch in ze
night come in, and ven zey see my fader dare mit ze knife, zey put ze
chain on hees feets and on hees hands, and zey go avay mit him. And
quick von man come back mit ze doctor, and ven, mit hees leetle knife,
he have make my moder's arm bleed, ce speak, and ce say, Vare my fader
be? and ze man tell her dot zey have lock him up, and he vill be hang
mit ze rope; and my moder ce cry, and long time ce bees sick in ze bed."

III.

"Did your mother come from Italy, Jakey?"

"Yes; ven my fader have not drunk ze beer, he make ze peoples mit ze
brush; and he go in Italy, and ven he have make my moder dare mit ze
brush, ce love him, and ce run away mit him ven her moder not know it.
And ven ce come in Germany, von oder time he make her mit ze brush, and
ce hang on ze vall; and Jeem he make, and Fred he make mit ze brush, and
zey hang on ze vall. Much ze peoples he make mit ze brush, and zey give
him ze money. Me he not make, but my moder ce make me mit ze leetle
brush; but ven I bees made, I not hang on ze vall, I bees sut like ze
book. And ce make Jeem dot vay, and Fred dot vay, and ce keep zem. Von
time my fader go to ze drawer, and he get zem all, and he go avay and he
sell zem, and he get ze money; and ven my moder know it, ce come vare ze
man be vot have buy zem, and I come mit her, and ce give him ze ring fon
her fing-er, and ce get me back and ce hide me.

"Von time my fader have sell my moder vot hang on ze vall, and ze man
come dare, and my fader have take her down, and Jeem cry and Fred cry;
and Fred say let hees go, and Jeem say let hees go, but my moder say no,
and ze man go avay mit her."

"But, dear Jakey, how long did they keep your father locked up there
with the chains on him?"

"Oh! big long time; and von time my granfader come dare, a