You are practical and honorable too." "Yes; but can I make a pair of boots?
can I cut out a coat ?" "You can," replied old Sturm; "try, and you'll succeed." "Very well; to-morrow I'll buy you some leather, and make you a pair of boots: you shall feel how they'll pinch.

But, once for all, I can't go on as I am, and I'll set some one at you who will tell you the same." "Don't be covetous, Karl," said his father, "or spoil this day for me.
Give me the can of beer, and be a good boy." Karl placed the great can before his father, and soon took up his cap and went out.

Old Sturm sat still a while, but his comfort was destroyed, and the house seemed dull without his son's cheerful face.

At length he went into the next room, and drew out a heavy iron chest from under the bed.

He opened it with a little key that he took out of his waistcoat pocket, lifted one bag after another, began a long mental calculation, then pushed the chest under the bed again, and returned to his can of beer with a calmer aspect.
Meanwhile Karl had hurried off to the town, and soon made his appearance in Anton's apartment.