She would have become vicious, have lapsed into fierce pariah savagery, if her childishness had not sometimes gained the mastery.

Her extreme youth brought her little girlish weaknesses which relieved her.

She would then cry with shame for herself and her father.

She would hide herself in a stable so that she might sob to her heart's content, for she knew that, if the others saw her crying, they would torment her all the more.

And when she had wept sufficiently, she would bathe her eyes in the kitchen, and then again subside into uncomplaining silence.