So they came away, and Ona went down to the yards, and at noontime saw Jurgis and told him. Jurgis took it stolidly⁠—he had made up his mind to it by this time. It was part of fate; they would manage it somehow⁠—he made his usual answer, “I will work harder.” It would upset their plans for a time; and it would perhaps be necessary for Ona to get work after all. Then Ona added that Teta Elzbieta had decided that little Stanislovas would have to work too. It was not fair to let Jurgis and her support the family⁠—the family would have to help as it could. Previously Jurgis had scouted this idea, but now knit his brows and nodded his head slowly⁠—yes, perhaps it would be best; they would all have to make some sacrifices now.