Tell me where to begin," answered Castleman, draining his goblet.
Yolanda flushed rosily and hesitated.

At that moment Twonette, who had already greeted her father, entered the room.
"Twonette will tell you," said Yolanda, laughing nervously.
"What shall I tell him ?" asked Twonette.
"You will tell him what I want him to do quickly, at once, immediately," pleaded Yolanda.

"You know what I have waited for this long, weary time." "Tell him yourself what you want quickly, at once, immediately," answered Twonette.

"I, too, have wants." "What do you want, daughter ?" asked Castleman, beaming upon Twonette.
"I want thirty ells of blue velvet for a gown, and I want you to ask permission of the duke for me to wear it." "Many noble ladies would not dare to ask so much of the duke," suggested Castleman.
"It is true, George," said Frau Kate, "that only noble ladies of high degree are permitted to wear velvet of blue; but it is also true that only your stubbornness has deprived our daughter of that privilege.

She might now be noble had you not been stubborn." "I also want--" began Twonette.
"You shall wear the duke's own color, purple, if you will hold your tongue about worthless matters and tell your father what I want," cried Yolanda, impetuously thrusting Twonette toward Castleman.
"You tell him your own wants," answered Twonette, pouting.