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So it went on for about ten minutes, and I began to take quite an interest in this running of his from one place to another, with empty hands, and doing nothing but repeat "Directly, directly, this minute !"
Most of all I wonder why he keeps on looking into the corner he never takes his eyes off that corner. What is he looking for, what does he expect to see there? I watch his face growing sadder he must be suf- fering from something or other and all the while he talks to himself, "Directly, directly, in one little minute." He turns to me: "I must ask you to wait a little longer. It will be very soon now in another minute's time. Just because we want it so badly, you'd think she'd rather burst," he said, and he went back to the corner, stooped, and looked into it.
"What are you looking for there every minute?" I ask him.
"Nothing. But directly Take my advice : why should you sit there waiting? I will bring the book to you myself. When one wants her to, she won't !"
"All right, it's Friday, so I need not hurry. Why should you have the trouble, as I am already here?" I reply, and ask him who is the "she who won't."
"You see, my wife, who is making cakes, is kept wait- ing by her too, and I, with the lettering to do on the book, I also wait."
"But what are you waiting for ?"
"You see, if the cakes are to take on a nice glaze while baking, they must be brushed over with a yolk."
"Well, and what has that to do with stamping the letters on the cover of the book?"
