Gretel called to her master, "If the guest doesn't come, I'll have to take the chickens from the fire. And it will be a crying shame if they're not eaten soon, because they're at their juicy best right now."
The master answered, "You're right. I'll run and fetch the guest myself."
As soon as the master had turned his back, Gretel set the spit and the chickens aside and thought, "Standing here by the fire has made me sweaty and thirsty. Who knows when they will be back? Meanwhile I'll just run down into the cellar and take a swallow."
So she ran down, lifted a jug to her lips, saying, "God bless it for you, Gretel！" and took a healthy drink. "Wine belongs together," she said further. "It's not good to keep it apart," and took another healthy drink.