"One can't always have the world all to one's-self, the way it was down at the lake this morning; but while there's such a bustle about my ears I must keep my own counsel," thought she.
When Hansei had finished milking, and stood there with a pail in each hand, he said:
"What do you think of it?"
"It's splendid milk; and there's lots of it, too."
"No, I mean what do you think of the landlord of the Chamois?"
"It's very polite of him, and I'm much obliged to him for it. We must try to get even with him."
"There's no need of that; we'll have to pay dear enough for the cake. But we're not so stupid, either. You'll soon see, Walpurga, I know which side my bread's buttered on as well as he does. Yes," continued Hansei, "if I'd only had a chance to talk to the king, you'd have soon have found out that Hansei's not the dullest fellow in the world."
"I knew that long ago. I don't need the king to tell me that."
At breakfast, Walpurga was delighted to find that the child would take a few spoonfuls of porridge from her: but it would not go to her, and cried as if its heart would break when she tried to take it.
"Have you counted up all we're worth? Of all the money you sent, not one penny's been taken. That is, I took fifteen florins to buy me a rifle."