"Pretty maiden, does this shop belong to you?" said the Bavarian.
"No more than it does to you!" said she, planting herself boldly in the door-way. "How durst you come here?"
"I am a wounded man—don't you see?" (pointing to his bandage) "and a stranger. Women always have pity on the unfortunate."
"How do I know you're unfortunate? You are a thief! you were eating Hans Steffan's sugar-plums!"
"Because I was starving."
"Were you?" relenting a little.
"I can't think what I shall do."
"What do you want to do?"
"To get out of the Tyrol as quick as I can."