"Go into your chamber, shave yourself, and put on a clean shirt."
I saw, at the same time, that she was dressed in her Sabbath clothes,
with her ear-rings, her green skirt, and her red silk neckerchief.
"But why must I shave, Sorle?" I exclaimed.
"Go quick; you have no time to lose!" replied she.
This woman had so much good sense, she had so many times set things
right by her ready wit, that I said nothing more, and went into my
bedroom to shave myself and put on a clean shirt.
As I was putting on my shirt I heard little Safel cry out:
"Here he is, mamma! here he is!"
Then steps were heard on the stairs, and a rough voice called:
"Holla! you folks. Ho!"