"I won't stay here! I don't care if they do send a bullet through my head! What should I stay here for? You never do any thing but tease me."
"No, no!" cried Kitty, falling upon his neck: "you must stay here! I won't let you go."
Hansgeorge felt a strange thrill pass through him; but he asked, saucily, "Will you be my wife, then?"
"Yes, yes, I will, Hansgeorge! I will!"
They embraced each other with transport, and Hansgeorge exclaimed, "I'll never put a pipe into my mouth again as long as I live: if I do, I hope I may be----"
"No, no; don't swear, but keep your word: that's much better. But now you will stay here, won't you, Hansgeorge? Let the pipe and the Frenchman go to the devil together."
Xavier and Fidele now came riding up, armed with pitchforks, and cried, "Hurry up, Hansgeorge! hurry up!"
"I am not going with you," said Hansgeorge.
"What will you give us if we bring your pipe back?" asked Fidele.
"You may keep it."