“Ah, my master,” said she, “have pity on him, or else let me stay out, too, to keep him company.”
“No,” said Master St. Peter, “thy place is here, his is outside. Come in then, and let him be off at once.”
And the good wife went in while Smetse stayed outside. But as soon as the noonday hour came, and the angel cooks had brought the good wife her beautiful rice pudding, she went to the wall and put her head over it.
“Art thou there,” she said, “my man?”
“Yes,” said he.
“Art thou hungry?” she said.
“Yes,” said he.
“Well then,” she said, “spread thy leathern apron; I will throw thee the pudding which has just been given me.”
“But thou,” said he, “wilt thou eat nothing?”
“No,” said she, “for I have heard it said that there is supper by and by.”