The wild cry was uttered by a girl, who, in course of time, drew near him, knitting as she came along; for a Tyrolese woman never is idle.
"What are you about there, Franz?"
"Can't you see, Theresa? Look at that nice basket of fish."
"How can you be about such nonsense, when every man deserving the name of a man is up in arms? I am quite ashamed of you!"
"Well, Theresa, you are not over-polite; but don't you know that some must plough, and some must sow, and some must handle the mattock and hoe?"
"Well, all I can say is, I think it very contemptible of you!"
"Why, now, Theresa, I call that very unkind! Do you know I was catching these smelts on purpose for you?"
"I would not give a pin for them; I am not dainty in my eating, and if I were, we have plenty of good trout in the Passeyr, to be caught at our own door."
"These would fetch a good price in Innsbruck market, I can tell you!"
"Then you had better carry them to Innsbruck market. Only, take care none of our Passeyrers ask you where you have been these three days."