Why, it must be nearly five o'clock, and my lamps are not yet ready.

I haven't a moment to spare.

Dear me, and there is no oil in the can; no, not one little drop! "The devil take the oil!" exclaimed Waerli, snatching the can out of her hands.

"What do I want to know about the oil in the can?
I want to know about the love in your heart.

Oh, Mariechen, don't keep me waiting like this! Just tell me if you love me, and make me the merriest soul in all Switzerland." "Must I tell the truth," she said, in a most melancholy tone of voice; "the truth and nothing else?
Well, Waerli, if you must know.