But yet he’ll need more care, I fear.”
“Truly he’ll need care,
And now, praise God, I’ve done my share.
My knees are failing, so now
You poor thing, tell us your wage,
It is by the year or how?”
“What ever you like to give.”
“No, no, it’s needful to know,
It’s needful, my daughter,
to count one’s wage.