"Treat them with respect," Elias said, wiping his hands on his apron. "They were swimming while you were still dreaming."
Then came the schoolmaster, clutching a few copper bits. He bought the smaller ones, explaining to no one in particular that they fried up crisper in the pan. By noon, the pile was dwindling. buy fresh herring
The salt spray was still damp on Elias’s wool sweater when he propped the chalkboard outside his stall. In jagged, hurried script, he wrote the words that usually brought the village to a standstill: "Treat them with respect," Elias said, wiping his