Walpurga wanted to go up to Grubersepp's at once, and to acknowledge that she had done him wrong, but Hansei said:
"There's no need of being in such a hurry about it. I'll wait till he comes again; I won't go one step to meet him."
"You're right," replied Walpurga, "you're the right sort of a man."
"I've got my full growth," said he. "Isn't it so, uncle? I'm done growing."
"Yes," replied the uncle, "you've got your full size. But do you know what you ought to be? You ought to own a large farm. You'd be the very man, and Walpurga the very woman for it; and now that I think of it, have you heard that the owner of the freehold at our place wants to sell? They say he's obliged to. You ought to go there; you'd be better off than the king, then. If you've got the ready money, you can buy the farm at half-price."
The uncle now praised the farm, with its fields and its meadows, and said the soil was so rich and in such good condition that it was almost good enough to eat; and as to the timber, no one knew how much it was worth. The only trouble was that one couldn't get at it everywhere.
The uncle was a pitchburner, and knew the woods well.
Walpurga was quite happy, and said:
"It won't do to lose sight of this."
Hansei seemed quite indifferent about the matter. Walpurga took his hand in hers, and whispered: "I've something more for you."