Then she would grow angry, and if I would not do her will she would scold me with bad words.

But she always came again, and as I had no other companion and she was the only creature who cared to listen to me, I was very well-content that she should prefer our well to all the others.

Then we grew order and I began to be afraid of her, for she would talk in such a godless way--and she even died a heathen.

Paulus, who once overheard us, warned me against her, and as I had long thrown away the pipe and hunted beasts with my bow and arrow whenever my father would let me, I was with her for shorter intervals when I went to the well to draw water, and we became more and more strangers; indeed, I could be quite hard to her.
Only once after I came back from the capital something happened--but that I need not tell you.

The poor child was so unhappy at being a slave and no doubt had first seen the light in a free-house.
"She was fond of me, more than a sister is of a brother--and when my father was dead she felt that I ought not to learn the news from any one but herself.