‘So I will,’ said he.
They waited where they were till it was nearly dark, then Dschemil brought his cousin home.
‘Is that Dschemil?’ asked the mother when he knocked softly.
‘Yes, it is.’
‘And have you found her?’
‘Yes, and I have brought her to you.’
‘Oh, where is she? let me see her!’ cried the mother.
‘Here, behind me,’ answered Dschemil.
But when the poor woman caught sight of her daughter, she shrieked, and exclaimed, ‘Are you making fun of me? When did I ever give birth to an ass?’
‘Hush!’ said Dschemil, ‘it is not necessary to let the whole world know! And if you look at her body, you will see two scars on it.’