"And pay a real lady to guard her.

But by this time Katuti has brought home her daughter, Mena's wife; the stars are sinking and--there--that was the first signal.
When Katuti whistles the third time we are to go to work.

Lend me your fire-box, mother." "Take it," said Hekt.

"I shall never need it again.

It is all over with me! How your hand shakes! Hold the wood firmly, or you will drop it before you have brought the fire." The dwarf bid the old woman farewell, and she let him kiss her without moving.