“Like thee, little one, I, too, will never marry.”
“And why should we marry against our will?” said the other. “We have no masters.”
“Hast seen, little one, that instrument with which men make trial upon us?”
“I have seen it.”
“And is it not huge?”
“Little one, it is assuredly of the size of an arm!”
“One would never come out of it alive.”
“Come, I will tickle thee with a straw.”
“That also hurteth me.”
The foolish one lay down, and the wiser fell to tickling her with a straw. “Ah! that hurteth!” she repeated.