The Oceanfront, No. 16. Misery was hard for the poor people. - Well then! Don't shy away! ... Keep eating what's mine! - You wouldn't want to, Grandpa, they lack when I have everything that I need. - Have pity on them, grandfather, they are so unfortunate. - At least let me kiss them. - Louise … I've been very unfair toward you … forgive me. And the good Louise forgave him. - My dear little ones! … The End.