"Muchel," said Hänning, "the Pumpelhagen people will never allow it, they will not let that field slip out of their fingers."
"Häuning, out of their fingers? I hold it in my own hands."
"Yes, if the young Herr must accommodate you; but how if we should get a young priest here, who will farm it himself?"
"Klücking, I don't recognize you, my dear Klücking! We have the choice; we will choose a Pietist. That kind are all taken up with their Bibles and Psalm-books and tracts, and have no leisure for farming."
"Yes, but you don't choose alone, there are Pumpelhagen, and Rexow, and Warnitz."
"Klücking, Warnitz and Rexow! What can they do against. Pumpelhagen and Gurlitz?--If the Pumpelhagen people and my people agree----"
"Don't trust to your people, you will get nothing but vexation. Don't you know how the Pastor's wife treated you? and she can do anything she pleases with the villagers, they stick to her like burs."
"Can't I get her out of the way? She shall move out of the village! There is no Pastor's-widow-house here, and am I likely to build one? Make the most of your meal, Frau Pastorin, you will have to go further!"
"Kopp, you are a great blockhead! The election of the new Pastor comes first." With that she left him.
"Klücking," he called after her, "I promise you, dear Klücking, I will make it all right."