"I wish you could see all the bullocks and the wine at Durbelliere; they'll have rations like fighting-cocks.

I only pray that too much good living make them not lazy." "Were I a man," said Annot, as she put on the table a fresh bottle of wine, which she had just brought in from the little inn, "were I a man, as I would I were, I would go, whether or no." "Would you, minx," said the father; "it's well for you that your petticoats keep you at home." "Don't be too sure of her, Michael Stein," said Paul Rouel, the keeper of the inn; "she'll marry a soldier yet before the wars are over." "Let her do as her mother did before her, and marry an honest tradesman; that is, if she can find one to take her." "Find one!" said Annot, "if I can't get a husband without finding one, indeed, I'm sure I'll not fash myself with seeking: let him find me that wants me." "And it won't be the first that finds you either, that'll be allowed to take to you, will it Annot ?" said the innkeeper.
"That's as may be, Master Rouel," said Annot.

"Those who ask no questions are seldom told many lies." "I know Annot Stein loves a soldier in her heart," said another old man, who was sitting inside the large open chimney.

"The girls think there is no trade like soldiering.

I went for a soldier when I was young, and it was all to oblige Lolotte Gobelin; and what think ye, when I was gone, she got married to Jean Geldert, down at Petit Ange.