One man, e’en if e’er so canny,[955] never knows as much as two.
We will call the girls together from the valley’s every part,[956]
They shall choose among thy wooers him who is to own thy heart.”
“Oh! what sport!”[957] cried pretty Thora; “thanks to thee, my mother dear!
Oh! how gayly we shall chatter when no prying men are near!
Loved and cherished shall my name be by the maidens round about;[958]
I shall cause no cheek to wither and no pretty lips to pout.”
II.
While the mountain tops[959] were rosy and with dew the grass[960] was wet,
Thora hastened to the boat-house[961] to repair the fishing net;