“A friend of mine,” said Smetse, “a great discoverer of hidden treasure.”
“What is his name?” said she.
“That,” said Smetse, “I am not allowed to tell thee.”
“But, my man...”
“Ah, wife, wife,” said Smetse, “thou wilt know too much. Thy questioning will be thy death, my dear.”
“Alas,” said she.
VI. Wherein the wife of Smetse shows the great length of her tongue.
When the day was up, Smetse and his wife sat down together to the good loaves, the fat ham, the fine cheese, the double bruinbier, and the good wines, and so eased their stomachs, hurt a little by being such a long while hungry.
Suddenly there came in all the old workmen, and they said: