“May I go and fetch some more?” she asked.
“No, Mechtild, no! Why, this is a regular yellow sea!”
“You wouldn't cry ‘enough!’ ”
“I forgot about it,” he replied, somewhat confused. “To atone for my forgetfulness, I will eat it all.”
“I hope you will relish it, Mr. Seraphin!”
“Thank you! Where is your plate?”
“I had my dinner before you came.”
“Well, then, at any rate you must not continue standing. Won't you share this seat with me?”
She seated herself upon the bench, took off her hat, smoothed down her apron, and appeared happy at seeing him eating heartily.
“Don't you find that dish refreshing, Mr. Seraphin?”