He is honest and sober, and I am sure he is ill and not drunk." "Now she is standing up," said Rameri, and he dropped the paper-lantern which he had bought at a booth.

"Step back, Bent-Anat, she must be expecting some one.

Did you ever see any one so very fair, and with such a pretty little head.

Even her red hair becomes her wonderfully; but she staggers as she stands--she must be very weak.

Now she has sat down again by the old man, and is rubbing his forehead.