In plain words
In the middle of the river a village girl, washing clothes, called him over.
‘Put bangles on one hand, and then go on your way,’ she said. Seeing her divine radiance, the light of her eyes and the sweetness of her words, the bangle-seller put down his bundle right there and filled one whole hand with bangles. ‘That is enough for me now; ask my father in such-and-such a street in the village and take your money,’ she said, and he believed her. ‘If my father should say he has no money with him, tell him this. In the shrine room, on the wall behind the picture he worships, there is a niche. In it is the money that is due to me.’
With full faith in her words he went to that house, and the worshipper of Rādhā, the devotee of Kṛṣṇa — ‘What a wonder is this! How strange! I am not married. Then where does a daughter come from? There is no niche in the wall; what bangles, what money?’ As he fretted so, the bangle-seller said: ‘Sir! You are mistaken. Be sure to go and look.’ He ran there as fast as he could, looked behind the picture, and there was the niche. The money was there too, just as much as was due to him.
He was filled with supreme Ānanda: ‘Ah, my Rādhā Devī appeared before you and had you put bangles on her hand! How blessed you are! Come! Who knows, the good fortune of seeing her on the river bank may be written on my brow!’ And with that he ran.