"Herr Schultz, can you hold your tongue?"
"Trust me for that."
"Well,--I am now owner of Pumpelhagen; send some of your people out there, and let them tear down the paddocks you built yonder."
"I have thought, all along, that the beasts would have a short life."
"Well; I am also, after St. John's, the owner of Gurlitz."
"See, see! So with Herr Pomuchelskopp too, it is at last: 'Out! out!'"
"Yes; but now listen to me. I want to have a pastor's-widow-house built there, and it must be planned exactly like the parsonage, and stand just opposite, close by the church-yard. You can take the measure to-morrow."
"No need of that, I have two measures already, one of my own, and one that Mamselle Habermann took, with her apron-strings and cap-ribbons."
"Good," said Franz, and a merry smile overspread his face, "use that one."
"But it wasn't right."