"But I have neither dish nor flower-bin, nor anything."
"Well I will give you dishes and flower-bins, saucepans, flagons, a good bed with curtains, and everything."
"Yes," replied the good widow, "but the rain would spoil them, I have no house."
"You can see from here," replied the lord, "the house of La Tourbelliere, where lived my poor huntsmen Pillegrain, who was ripped up by a boar?"
"Yes," said the old woman.
"Well, you can make yourself at home there for the rest of your days."
"By my faith;" cried the mother, letting fall her distaff, "do you mean what you say?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, what will you give my daughter?"
"All that she is willing to gain in my service."