"All right, as you choose," went on Vreni, still smiling.
"But if it is true, and he gets all that money, what are you two going to do with it? Are you to become a stylish lady, or what?"
"Of course, within three weeks our wedding takes place--such a wedding."
"Oh, my goodness, is it possible? But no, you are telling me stories, I know."
"Well, he has already bought the finest house in Seldwyla, with a fine vineyard and the biggest garden attached. And you must come and pay us a visit, after we're there--I count on it."
"Why, what a witch you are," the woman went on between belief and unbelief.
"You will see how nice it is there," continued Vreni unabashed. "A cup of coffee you'll get, such as you never drank before, and plenty of cake with it, of butter and honey."
"Oh, you lucky duck!" shrieked the woman, "depend upon my coming, of course." And she made an eager face, as though she already saw spread before her all these dainties.
"But if you should happen to come at noontime," went on Vreni in her fanciful tale, "and you would be tired from marketing, you shall have a bowl of strong broth and a bottle of our extra wine, the one with the blue seal."
"That will certainly do me good," said the woman.