“What are you thinking about! I never even dreamt of such a thing.”
“Who is it, then?”
“I don’t know,” said the woman. “But now, sing away, and I’ll listen.”
He began his song again. There was only one person singing, yet two voices could be heard. So he stopped, and asked:
“Woe, is that you that’s helping me to sing?”
“Yes, master,” answered Woe: “it’s I that’s helping you.”
“Well then, Woe! let’s all go on together.”
“Very good, master! I’ll never depart from you now.”
When the peasant got home, Woe bid him to the kabak or pot-house.
“I’ve no money,” says the man.