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Show 124 same rate of pay Kitzweiller gets. Isn't that right, Maggie Rose?" "Yes, Hugo, that's exactly right." Maggie Rose nodded. "Kathleen could tell you herself, Miss Petrov, only she isn't here right now. She took our little Henry to the candy store." "There are other professions Karl could learn," Yulyona said, trying again to persuade them. "Like what? Pardon me for saying it in front of you, Karl, but " Hugo smiled toward Miss Petrov. "...the boy's no great scholar, is he? If he was a bright scholar, there'd maybe be a reason for him to stay in school, but the way he hates to study, he'd be better off going to work in the mill." "Mill jobs are terribly dangerous," Yulyona cried. "That's true," Maggie Rose agreed. "All the years my husband worked in the mill, before he became chief of police just three weeks ago, each day I prayed to God that he'd come home in one piece." "Ah, Maggie Rose," Hugo said, "the danger can't be helped. It takes heat and powerful machines to make steel. But it was a good living, wasn't it? We own the house, and we always had enough to eat, On what I earned in the mill, Miss Petrov, I bought Maggie Rose a sewing maching and a washing machine. I had the house wired for electric lights, and...I haven't told you this before, Maggie Rose, but I'll tell you now...I've decided to build a bathroom indoors." "Oh, Hugo!" Maggie Rose clasped her hands, her face lighting with gladness. "You see, Miss Petrov," Hugo confided, as unruffled as though he were talking about the weather, "my wife's been after me for the |