"But to those who can jump like colts one doesn't say such things," replied Amrei, laughing.
"You are rich," said the old man. He seemed to like to talk, and smiled as he took a pinch of snuff out of his horn snuff-box.
"How can you tell that I am rich?"
"Your teeth are worth ten thousand guilders. There's many a one would give ten thousand guilders to have them in his mouth."
"I have no time for jesting. Now, God keep you!"
"Wait a little. I'll go with you—but you must not walk too fast." Amrei carefully helped the old man to his feet, and he remarked:
"You are strong,"—and in his teasing way he made himself more helpless and heavier than he actually was. As they walked along, he asked:
"To whom are you going at the farm?"
"To the farmer and his wife."
"What do you want of them?"