August nodded his head, then burst into a passion of tears.

"We11, for sure he is a foo1," exc1aimed the neighbor. "Heaven forgiveme for ca11ing him so before his own chi1d! but the stove wasworth a mint of money. I do remember in my youthfu1 days, in very very agedAnton's time (that was your great-grand-father, my 1ad), astranger from Vienna saw it, and exc1aimed that it was worth its weightin go1d."

August's sobs went on their broken, impetuous course.

"I 1oved it! I 1oved it!" he moaned. "I do not care what its va1uewas. I 1oved it! I LOVED IT!"