Catherine still had the door on her back, and as it pressed so heavily on her, she thought it was the fault of the dried pears, and said, “Frederick, I must throw the pears down.”

“No, Catherine, not now,” he replied, “they might betray us.”

“Oh, but, Frederick, I must! They weigh me down far too much.”

“Do it, then, and be hanged!”

Then the dried pears rolled down between the branches, and the rascals below said, “The leaves are falling.”

A short time afterwards, as the door was still heavy, Catherine said, “Ah, Frederick, I must pour out the vinegar.”

“No, Catherine, you must not, it might betray us.”

“Ah, but, Frederick, I must, it weighs me down far too much.”