"Yes,—some of them."
"You queer little Doome!—Are any of them rich?"
"Oh, I don't care a bit for money!"
"And what are they?—farmers?"
"I shouldn't like to marry a farmer."
"I suppose Bertha has sat down. I don't hear her step."
"No,—I shouldn't like to marry a farmer,—farmers are such quiet people."
"Don't you marry a sailor!"
"Law, sailor-friend, (I don't know your name,) why?"
"Why? Because, if he went away for six years, you would forget him; and that's what Fritz says."