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Once upon a time there was a very old man whose eyes had grown dim, whose ears had grown deaf, and whose knees trembled. When he sat at table and could scarcely hold his spoon, he spilled soup on the tablecloth, and some of it dribbled from his mouth as well. His son and his son’s wife were disgusted by this, so at last the old grandfather had to sit in a corner behind the stove. They gave him his food in a little earthenware bowl, and not even enough to fill him. He would gaze sadly towards the table, and his eyes would fill with tears. One day his trembling hands could not hold the little bowl firmly; it fell to the floor and broke. The young woman scolded him, but he said nothing and only sighed. Then she bought him a little wooden bowl for a few pennies, and from that he now had to eat. As they were sitting there one day, the little grandson, who was four years old, began gathering small pieces of wood together on the floor. “What are you making there?” his father asked. “I’m making a little trough,” the child answered, “for Father and Mother to eat out of when I’m grown up.” The husband and wife looked at each other for a while, then at last began to weep. They brought the old grandfather straight back to the table, and from then on always let him eat with them, saying nothing even when he spilled a little.