"Assoon as the porridge is ready you must take it in and prepare the master." "That his first fury may fall on me!" said the old woman, peevishly.

"I little thought when I was young!" "That is a very old story," said Argutis, "and we both know what the master's temper is.

I should have been off long ago if only you could make his porridge to his mind.

As soon as I have dished it I will go to seek Alexander--there is nothing to prevent me--for it was with him that she left the house." At this the old woman dried her tears, and cried "Yes, only go, and make haste.

I will do everything else.