"Here comes one of the watch." "I must go back to work," said the baker.

"I have my hands quite full for the feast to-morrow." "And I too," said the shoemaker with a sigh, "for who would follow the king of the Gods through the Necropolis barefoot." "You must earn a good deal," cried the basket-maker.

"We should do better if we had better workmen," replied the shoemaker, "but all the good hands are gone to the war.

One has to put up with stupid youngsters.

And as for the women! My wife must needs have a new gown for the procession, and bought necklets for the children.