"Why, you're Johannes!"
"Yes, tha-at's m-e," he stammers in astonishment; "and who are you?"
"I'm his wife!"
"What? You--his--Martin's?"
"Hm!" And she nods at him with assumed dignity, while her eyes are full of roguishness.
"But you look like a young girl!"
"It isn't so very long since I was one," she laughs.
They stand on opposite sides of the fence and look at each other.
Collecting herself, she wipes her hands ostentatiously on her apron, and stretches them out to him through the lattice-work.
"Welcome, brother-in-law!"