"Nonsense—it's only fun—we'll make a bet on it. If I fail, I'll give you my new white petticoat with the lace edging. And I'll allow myself ten minutes to do it in; that's quite fair, for it usually takes me longer."
"And what am I to give you if you succeed?"
"Nothing—the kiss'll be enough for me. I've been wanting to know what he was like to kiss for many a long day."
"Well, I'm justabout ashamed of you, and I wöan't have anything to do with it."
"You can keep out then."
"Wot if I tell fäather?"
"You wouldn't tell him—you wouldn't be such a sneak. After all, what's a man for, if it isn't to have a bit of fun with? I don't mean anything serious—it's just a joke."
"What'll Handshut think it?"
"Just a joke too. You're so glum, Caro—you take everything so seriously. There's nothing really serious in a kiss."
"Oh, äun't there!"