"Not they! I believe you there," said Theresa. "They have not the motives for fighting that we poor Tyrolese have; and that is why we so often beat them."
"Well, but, Theresa, when I began to speak about money, I did not mean to get into this long argument. What I was going to tell you,—(in confidence, you know,)—is that I've a goodish bit of money underground, in a pot—"
"Then, there it will rot!"
"No, it won't! It will increase!"
"What! like a grain of corn? Franz, I wonder how you can tell such stories!"
"I didn't say like corn. It will increase, because I shall put more to it."
"Oh! that's one way—"
"Yes, and that one way will suffice. Why should we try a dozen roads, when one leads to the mill? Now, Theresa, listen to me. I've had a dream—"
"Humph!"