“No, nine.”
“Twelve!”
“Nine!”
“Three—three—three—and three. Look there are twelve, or I can’t count.”
“No, the three above don’t count. That story is rented. I know it.”
“Well—if you mean it that way. I only said that four times three are twelve. What do you say, Hannes?”
Hannes found the calculation correct.
“How long will the candles burn?”
“Till about one o’clock, I suppose.”
“I don’t believe it!”