She set the tankards down, and Carmichael put out a silver crown.
"And do not bother about the change." "Are all Americans rich ?" she asked soberly.

"Do you never keep the change yourselves ?" [Illustration: "Are all Americans rich ?" she asked, soberly.] "Not when we are in our Sunday clothes." "Then it is vanity." Gretchen shook her head wisely.
"Mine is worth only four coppers to-night," he said.
The vintner laughed pleasantly.

Gretchen looked into his eyes, and an echo found haven in her own.
Carmichael thirstily drank his first tankard, thinking: "So this vintner is in love with our goose-girl?
Confound my memory! It never failed me like this before.

I would give twenty crowns to know where I have seen him.

It's only the time and place that bothers me, not the face.