“What has the child done to you that you are forever tormenting him? A bad year to you!”
But they only laughed the louder, and one of them called out:—
“Drink a little vinegar, it will calm your rage!”
Mattina did not answer; she shouldered the water pitcher, took Zacharia by the hand, and went out again, out through the dark arch to the Market Square for water.
“’Attina!” and there was still a little sob in poor Zacharia’s voice.
“Yes, my little bird.”
“My koulou’i is nearly finished.”
“Eat it slowly then,” advised the big sister. “And if you only knew what a good thing I have for you to-morrow!”
But to-morrow meant nothing to Zacharia.