"I didn't mean to, you least of all," said Hauke shyly, pushing aside one of the cows' heads. "Come, Spotty, don't eat up my fork; I'll give you all you want!"
"Don't think that I am sorry," said the girl after thinking a minute; "after all it's a man's business!"
CHURCHYARD ON A NORTH SEA ISLAND
Jacob Alberts
Hauke stretched out his arm towards her. "Give me your hand on it, Elke."
A deep scarlet shot up under the girl's dark brows. "Why? I don't lie," she cried.
Hauke was about to answer, but she was already out of the stable, and standing with the pitchfork in his hand he could only hear the ducks and hens outside quacking and cackling around her.