Why, I was Rip Van Winkle.
Gustaffe.
Rip Van Winkle? impossible!
Rip.
Well, I won't swear to it myself.
Gustaffe.
Stay,—you have a daughter?
Rip.
To be sure I has: a pretty little girl about so old—Lorrenna; and I have a son too, a lublicka boy, but my daughter is a girl.
Gustaffe.