"Dolf, kiss Riekje; bees like honey," cried Nelle.
Her lover made a ceremonious bow to Riekje, placed one foot behind the other, pressed his hand to his heart, as the quality do, and, with a solemn air, exclaimed:
"Soul of my soul, may I embrace one so fair as you?"
Then, without waiting for a reply, Dolf threw his arm round Riekje's waist, raised her from her chair, and pressed his young lips upon her neck. But Riekje half turned her head, and they kissed one another warmly on the lips.
"Riekje," said Dolf, licking his lips in a greedy fashion, "a kiss like that is better than ryspap."
"Nelle, let us do the same thing," said Tobias. "I delight to see them so happy."
"Willingly," said Nelle. "Were we not the same in our own kissing days?"
"Ah! Nelle, they are always kissing days when there are two, and when there is some little spot on earth where they can make a peaceful home."
Tobias kissed his wife's cheeks; then, in her turn, Nelle gave him two big kisses which resounded like the snapping of dry firewood.
"Riekje," Dolf whispered, "I shall always love you."
