“Knoups,” Hommels had sometimes said to him, “you ought to have dance-music at St Rochus. Then you might tap ten casks in a day, or even twelve.”
Knoups looked serious, pulled somewhat harder at his pipe, considered for a moment, and replied:
“Thirty casks! ... it would be a good deal.”
Next year, having used up twenty casks in the three days, he said to Geutruu:
“Wife, we must have the dancing next year.”
“You know best, I suppose,” said Geutruu; “every cask counts. But what will the Pastoor say?”
Whereto Knoups replied:
“Well, every one ought to know what he’s about, and I have to think of the children.”
“THEIR EVENING GLASS OF BEER AT THE ‘SUN.’”