He had never made any friends, but, in his gruff, reserved way, he liked Jonah.

He had taught him his trade, and here, with a sudden sinking in his heart, he remembered that the pupil had easily surpassed the master in dexterity.

Then another fear assailed him.

How would he get through his work?
for most of it had passed through Jonah's nimble fingers.

Ah well, it was no matter! He was a lonely old man with nothing but his fiddle to bring back the memories of the Fatherland.
The week ran to an end, and found Jonah out of pocket.