"I, Mother Nimptsch. I, Frau Dörr."
"Ah, Frau Dörr, that is right. Come here; sit on the footstool."
Frau Dörr, who was not accustomed to receiving orders, hung back a little, but was too good-natured not to do as she was asked. And so she sat down on the stool.
And immediately the old woman began: "I want a yellow coffin and blue trimmings. But not too much...."
"Yes, Frau Nimptsch."
"And I want to be buried in the new Jacob's churchyard, behind the Rollkrug and quite far over on the road to Britz."
"Yes, Frau Nimptsch."
"And I saved up enough for all that is needed, long ago, when I was still able to save up. And it is in the top drawer. And the chemise and short gown are there and a pair of white stockings marked with N. And it is lying among the other things."
"Yes, Frau Nimptsch. Everything shall be done just as you say. And is there anything more?"
But the old woman did not seem to have heard Frau Dörr's question, and without answering, she merely folded her hands, looked up toward the ceiling with a pious and peaceful expression and prayed: "Dear Father in heaven, protect her and reward her for all that she has done for a poor old woman."