"What do you want?"
"I wish to sign a receipt for your happiness."
"For my happiness?"
"I see you cannot get your umbrella, and my friend Gregorics has asked me to help you. So I am quite willing to sign a paper declaring that I did not give the umbrella to the young lady."
"It is very good of you, but I have neither paper nor ink here. Let us go back to the village."
"I have no time for that; you know I have to be at the gates of Heaven, and I can't stay away for long."
"Well, what am I to do, how am I to get my umbrella?"
St. Peter turned his back, and began to walk back the way he had come, but stood still beside a large oak-tree, and made a sign to Gyuri to approach. Gyuri obeyed.
"I'll tell you what, my friend, don't think too long about it, but marry Veronica, and then you will have the umbrella too."
"Come," said Gyuri, catching hold of the golden crook. "Come and ask her brother to give his permission."