"Will it take so much to buy those things of which you speak?" Marta inquired.
"This and more, if we really want to take fish."
"Then let's do it!" Marta declared.
"Pieter?" Hans inquired.
"Fishing beats farming."
"Ramsay?"
"I came here to fish."
"Come with me."
Hans hitched the little black horse, and Ramsay climbed up on the cart beside him. Captain Klaus, hurrying frantically from his perch atop the house, alighted on the cart and caressed Hans with his bill. The Dutch fisherman whistled happily as he drove along, and Ramsay grinned. This was the way to get things done; work every second of every day to catch fish and then, without even thinking twice about it, invest everything they had earned in more equipment so they could catch even more fish. Captain Klaus winged off the cart to go and see what some of his wild relatives along the lake shore were doing.
Ramsay turned to Hans, "How big is this pound net?"