"To Black Marianne."
"Who is that?"
"A poor woman, who is sick in bed."
"Why, Rose told me that there were no poor people here."
"Good heavens! there are more than enough. But Rose no doubt said that, because she thought it would be a disgrace to the village. She's good-hearted, you may believe me—and she's fond of giving things away."
"You are a loyal friend. But you mustn't stand there with that heavy pail. May I go with you?"
"Why not?"
"You are right; you are doing a kind deed, and nothing can harm you. And you need not be afraid of me."
"I am not afraid of anybody, and of you least of all. I saw today that you are kind."
"When did you see that?"