“Don’t cry,” he said. “Here, let us gather up the pieces and put them in the wheelbarrow. Come along with me and we’ll fix everything almost as good as new.”
So they loaded up the broken porcelain, and they went to the man’s cottage and spread the pieces out on a blanket.
“It must have been a beautiful set of dishes,” said the man, and he began to glue some pieces together. They talked as they worked and told each other all about themselves. The girl admired how well and how quickly the young man worked with his hand, and in a short while they had put together a dozen dishes, eight saucers and teacups, six bowls, two large serving platters, a milk pitcher, and two small vases.
They cooked supper then. Their eyes met often as they moved about. Now and again their hands touched, and they brushed against each other going to and fro.
They set the table with the porcelain ware, and when they were eating, the girl’s plate whispered up at her, “I still love you.”
“Hush!” she said.
“I beg your pardon!” the young man said.
“Oh, nothing,! Said the girl.
And they lived happily ever after.
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