“Thought, Barbi? Have I not!”
“But, dear Fraulein, will you be rich?”
“No! I shall be as poor as you.”
“Ach! dear God! that is terrible. Katrina, my sister, she is married; she tells me all her life; she tells me it is very hard, and but for the money in her stocking it would be harder. Dear Fraulein, think again! And is he good? Sometimes they are not good.”
“He is good,” said Christian, rising; “it is all settled!” and she kissed Barbi on the cheek.
“You are crying, liebes Fraulein! Think yet again, perhaps it is not quite all settled; it is not possible that a maiden should not a way out leave?”
Christian smiled. “I don't do things that way, Barbi.”
Barbi hung the towels on the horse, and crossed herself.