They have not always fine hearts." "What nonsense you talk Waerli!" said Marie "There, just hand me the oil-can.

You can fill this lamp for me.

Not too full, you goose! And this one also, ah, you're letting the oil trickle down! Why, you're not fit for anything except carrying letters! Here, give me my letter." "What pretty flowers," said Waerli.

"Now if there is one thing I do like, it is a flower.

Can you spare me one, Marie?
Put one in my button-hole, do!" "You are a nuisance this afternoon," said Marie, smiling and pinning a flower on Waerli's blue coat.