really would have to go back to the shop. But, at the same time, he winked to Riekje to let her know that it was a joke. Nelle, who had not seen this, struck the palm of her left hand with her right fist, complaining bitterly.
"What are we to do without milk, Dolf? I must go to town myself. These big lads think of nothing but their love, Tobias."
"If I produced the milk from under Riekje's chair, would you kiss me, mother?" Dolf broke in, heartily laughing, and throwing one arm round his mother's neck, while he held the other hidden behind his back.
"Be quiet, bad boy," said Nelle, half in anger, half jokingly; "how can there be any milk under Riekje's chair?"
"Will you kiss me?" he replied blithely. "Once—twice—"
Nelle turned quickly to Riekje:
"Get up, my girl, so that I may see whether I am to kiss your good-for-nothing husband."
Dolf bent over Riekje and looked under her chair, pretending not to find anything at first; finally he held the jug of milk triumphantly out at arm's length. He laughed gayly, his hand on his thigh:
"Ah! who 'll be kissed now, mother? Who 'll be kissed?"
They all roared with laughter at the good joke.
