"So, hereafter," said Mitsos, "you shall shift for yourself, Christos, for you put on the weight of a sack of corn every day. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
"Not in any way."
"Are you sure?"
The Capsina burst out laughing.
"Oh, little Mitsos, that I should compare you to a hen. But a hen with one chicken, no other—you and Christos."
Mitsos sat down and filled his pipe and Christos's.
"Well, I know one who clucked considerably over a baby," he said. "And I like taking care of people. There's your pipe, lad. Open your mouth."
The Capsina laughed again.
"Chuck, chuck, chuck," said she.
"Well, let me have two chickens, then," cried Mitsos. "What can I do for you, Capsina?"