he added, "if the cow has a calf, and then i shall often get a drink of milk to refresh me." "the milk is not for thee," 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 thee to manage cows?" said the woman; "whether it does harm or not, i will not allow it, and even if thou wert to stand on thy head for it, thou shouldst not have a drop of the milk! dost thou think, because there is no satisfying thee, long laurence, that thou art to eat up what i earn with so much difficulty?" "wife," said the man, "be quiet, or i will give thee a blow on thy mouth!" "what!" cried she, "thou threatenest me, thou glutton, thou rascal, thou 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.