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You never heard of Peterkin’s pudding, by the way, but there is a fine moral baked in it. Johannes came to his wife one day and said, “Liebes Gretchen, could you not make me a pudding such as Peterkin is always boasting his wife makes him? I am dying of envy to taste it. Every time he talks of it my chops water.” “It is not impossible I could make you one,” said Gretchen good-naturedly; “I will go and ask Frau Peterkin how she makes it.” When Johannes returned that evening from the workshop, where Peterkin had been raving more than ever over his wife’s pudding, Gretchen said gleefully, “I have been to Frau Peterkin: she has a good heart, and she gave me the whole recipe for Peterkin’s pudding.” Johannes rubbed his hands, and his mouth watered already in anticipation. “It is made with raisins,” began Gretchen. Johannes’s jaw fell. “We can scarcely afford raisins,” he interrupted: “couldn’t you manage without raisins?” “Oh, I dare say,” said Gretchen, doubtfully. “There is also candied lemon-peel.” Johannes whistled. “Ach, we can’t run to that,” he said. “No, indeed,” assented Gretchen; “but we must have suet and yeast.” “I don’t see the necessity,” quoth Johannes. “A good cook like you”–here he gave her a sounding kiss–“can get along without such trifles as those.” “Well, I will try,” said the good Gretchen, as cheerfully as she could; and so next morning Johannes went to work light-hearted and gay. When he returned home, lo! the long-desired dainty stood on the supper-table, beautifully brown. He ran to embrace his wife in gratitude and joy; then he tremblingly broke off a hunch of pudding and took a huge bite. His wife, anxiously watching his face, saw it assume a look of perplexity, followed by one of disgust. Johannes gave a great snort of contempt. “Lieber Gott!” he cried, “and this is what Peterkin is always bragging about!”