There was once a very old man, whose eyes had become dim, his ears dullof hearing, his knees trembled, and when he sat at table he could hardlyhold the spoon, and spilt the broth upon the table-cloth or let it runout of his mouth. His son and his son’s wife were disgusted at this,so the old grandfather at last had to sit in the corner behind thestove, and they gave him his food in an earthenware bowl, and not evenenough of it. And he used to look towards the table with his eyes fullof tears. Once, too, his trembling hands could not hold the bowl, andit fell to the ground and broke. The young wife scolded him, but hesaid nothing and only sighed. Then they brought him a wooden bowl for afew half-pence, out of which he had to eat.
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