"My mannikin would put me into his pocket, and take me to the country." Then wiping his eyes: "Come here, my Karl," said he, holding the youth's head between his two great hands; "you are my own good lad; but there must be partings on this earth, and if it were not now, it would be in a couple of years." And thus Karl's departure from the firm was arranged.
As the time drew near, he tried in vain to conceal his emotion by a great deal of cheerful whistling.

He stroked Pluto tenderly, executed all his various odd jobs with intense zeal, and kept as close as he could to his father, who often left his barrels to place his hand in silence on his son's head.
"Nothing heavy in farming!" said the paternal Sturm to Anton, looking anxiously into his face.
"Heavy!" replied Anton; "it will be no light matter to learn all connected with it." "Learn!" cried the other; "the more he has to learn the better, so it be not very heavy." "No," said Pix, who understood his meaning, "nothing heavy.

The heaviest are sacks of corn--hundred and eighty; beans--two hundred pounds.

And those he need not lift; the servants do it." "If that's the case with farming," cried Sturm, contemptuously rearing himself to his full height, "it's all one to me whether he lifts them or not.

Even my mannikin can carry two hundred pounds.".