I'm easier now I guess,
Don't have to go so oft to church,
Nor half so oft confess—
Nor half so oft confess."
The wind blew harder but neither Crescimir nor his guest heeded it, while the roaring of the arroyo and river and the steady pouring of the rain on the roof did not mar their merry making in the least, and they laughed and sung regardless of it all.
"Now I have two girls,
An old one and a new,
So now I need two hearts,
A false one and a true."
He continued: