The milk is not for you, said the
woman, we must let the calf suck that it may become big and fat,
and we may be able to sell it well. Certainly, replied the man,
but still we will take a little milk. That will do no harm. Who
has taught you to manage cows, said the woman. Whether it does
harm or not, I will not allow it, and even if you were to stand on
your head for it, you should not have a drop of the milk. Do you
think, because there is no satisfying you, Long Laurence, that you
are to eat up what I earn with so much difficulty.
Wife, said the man, be quiet, or I will give you a blow on your
mouth. What, cried she, you threaten me, you glutton, you rascal,
you Lazy Harry. She was just laying hold of his hair, but long
laurence got up, seized both Lean Lisa's withered arms in one
hand, and with the other he pressed down her head into the pillow,
let her scold, and held her until she fell asleep for very
weariness. Whether she continued to wrangle when she awoke next
morning, or whether she went out to look for the florin which she
wanted to find, that I know not. |