"Why, Annot, what ails thee ?" "Oh, father! dear father!" said she.
"Get up then, Annot, and I'll speak to thee.

I never saw thee in this way before." "Oh, father!" she said, sobbing violently, "do you love your poor daughter so very, very much ?" "Love you, Annot! why yes, I do love you.

If you'll be a good girl, that is, I will love you." "I will be a good girl, dear father; indeed I'll be a good girl; at any rate I'll try.

But then--" and she stood up, and commenced wiping her eyes with her little apron.
"Well, what then, Annot ?" said the smith.
"But then--I wouldn't anger you, father, for all the world; indeed I wouldn't, for you always are so good to me, and I know I don't deserve it," and poor Annot continued sobbing and rubbing her eyes with her apron.
"Nonsense, girl, nonsense!" said Michael; "I don't find any fault with you.

Don't think of getting yourself married till these wars be over, that's all," and he kissed her forehead, and patted her cheek as though all the difficulty were over.
"But, father-- ?" continued Annot, with her apron still to her face.
"Well, child, what is it?
By the blessed mass, M.Chapeau, I don't know what the girl's crying for." "Do you love your own little Annot so very, very much ?" said she, and she put her soft arm round his rough neck, and placed her cheek quite close to his.
"There, Annot; why what nonsense, girl! Don't you know I love you?
didn't you hear me say so this minute?
Leave off, will you, you little slut! why, what will M.Chapeau think of us?
Well, I declare she's crying still!" "But if you really, really love me, father--" "Bother the girl! she knows I love her better than anything else; God forgive me." "If you really love me," repeated Annot, nestling her head in her father's bosom, "you must, you must, you must--do something that I'll ask you, father." "And what is it, child?
I doubt much it's nonsense." "You must love Jacques Chapeau too, father," and having uttered these important words, Annot clung fast to her father's arms, as if she feared he was going to throw her off, and sobbed and cried as though her heart were breaking.
The battle between the contending factions, namely, the father on one side, and the daughter with her lover on the other, was prolonged for a considerable time, but the success was altogether with Annot.