Should like to have seen you in oil skins.
Clementine.
Were you ever married, Saart?
Saart.
Hear, now, the young lady is flattering me. I’m not so bad looking as that, Miss. Yes, I was married. Spliced good and fast, too! He was a good man. An excellent man. Now and then, when things didn’t go to suit him, without speaking ill of the dead, I may say, he couldn’t keep his paws at home; then he’d smash things. I still have a coffee pot without a handle I keep as a remembrance.—I wouldn’t part with it for a rix dollar.
Clementine.
I won’t even offer you a guilder! Hahaha!
Jo.
Say, you’re such a funny story teller, tell us about the Harlemmer oil, Saart.
Saart.