They manage to get meals ordered without too much trouble, however. According to the waitstaff, most of the townsfolk are German.
Well-off Germans, at that. With prosperous factories at the edge of town, and the railroad steaming straight on through, every business owner seems to have a little money.
The laborers and hired hands, on the other hand, somehow find themselves struggling a little more than the rest.
"You seem to do a fair amount of business," Kate comments after supper, as she sips at her tea and regards the waitress -- Viktoria. "Most've your tables are full."
"Jå," she shrugs. "Vut Mr. Schleicher, the railroad man? He does best business. He and Runge and Buchel? They are good friends. The rest of us? We struggle."
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They manage to get meals ordered without too much trouble, however. According to the waitstaff, most of the townsfolk are German.
Well-off Germans, at that. With prosperous factories at the edge of town, and the railroad steaming straight on through, every business owner seems to have a little money.
The laborers and hired hands, on the other hand, somehow find themselves struggling a little more than the rest.
"You seem to do a fair amount of business," Kate comments after supper, as she sips at her tea and regards the waitress -- Viktoria. "Most've your tables are full."
"Jå," she shrugs. "Vut Mr. Schleicher, the railroad man? He does best business. He and Runge and Buchel? They are good friends. The rest of us? We struggle."
Kate nods, cutting her gaze to Ben.