“Black bread, indeed!” cried Maya. “Not at all! We’re going to have white bread and you needn’t say any more about it! Black bread at Christmas! To hear you talk people would suppose we are beggars!”
The farmer pretended to be grieved and he said:
“Well, my dear, have white bread if your heart is set on it, but I hope you don’t expect to make any pies.”
“Not make any pies! Just let me tell you I expect to make all the pies I want!”
“Well, now, Maya, if we have pies I don’t think we ought to have any wine.”
“No wine! I like that! Of course we’ll have wine on Christmas!”
The farmer was much pleased but, still pretending to protest, he said:
“Well, if we spend money on wine, we better not expect to buy any coffee.”
“What! No coffee on Christmas! Who ever heard of such a thing! Of course we’ll have coffee!”
“Well, I’m not going to quarrel with you! Get a little coffee if you like, but just enough for you and me for I don’t think we ought to have any guests.”