1 That Son of God nor son of Man.
2 There had been one son besides Jurgis, and one sister.
3 She and Marija could care for them somehow, but there was Antanas, his own son.
4 The sister was married, and her husband had bought the place when old Antanas had decided to go with his son.
5 He had come to America as full of hope as the best of them; and now he was the chief problem that worried his son.
6 Grandmother Majauszkiene knew that because her son belonged to a political organization with a contractor who put up exactly such houses.
7 He had his home, as it happened, and some one who would care for him if he never got a job; but his son could not help thinking, suppose this had not been the case.
8 He had gone all to ruin with the drink, however, and lost his power; one of his sons, who was a good man, had kept him and the family up for a year or two, but then he had got sick with consumption.
9 They had fooled the company, however, for her son was a skilled man, who made as high as a hundred dollars a month, and as he had had sense enough not to marry, they had been able to pay for the house.
10 About a block away from them there lived another Lithuanian family, consisting of an elderly widow and one grown son; their name was Majauszkis, and our friends struck up an acquaintance with them before long.
11 The oldest of them, little Stanislovas, was but thirteen, and small for his age at that; and while the oldest son of Szedvilas was only twelve, and had worked for over a year at Jones's, Jurgis would have it that Stanislovas should learn to speak English, and grow up to be a skilled man.
12 For twenty-five years old Antanas Rudkus and his son had dwelt in the forest together, and it was hard to part in this way; perhaps it was just as well that Jurgis had to give all his attention to the task of having a funeral without being bankrupted, and so had no time to indulge in memories and grief.