"Two and two," she went on, "Two and two is man and wife.
Three and three the child of their life.
Four and five to eight and nine--
For griefs are countless, darling mine.
Pray as if thou hadst no hand,
Work as if thou knewest no God,
Carry fuel, and think the while,
God will cook the broth for me."
When I had written these things, Frau Drachenbinder let down the coffer
lid, bolted it carefully, and said, "You've done me a great
service--and there's a great stone lifted off my heart. That coffer
there is my legacy to my grandchild.--And now you must tell me what I
owe you for this."