No, I’m so pleased with the lad that he has made up his mind I want to reward him.
Marietje.
Did you buy them?
Kneir.
No, indeed! These are ever so old, they are earrings. My husband wore them Sundays, when he was at home.
Marietje.
There are little ships on them—masts—and sails—I wish I had them for a brooch.
Jo.
Why give them to that coward? That’s not right.
Marietje.