That was a time! The little daughter of the house made a doll of me, [Dolls belonging to the time of the Pharaohs are preserved in the museums, for instance, the jointed ones at Leyden.] laid me in the cradle, and made me shut my eyes and pretend to sleep, while love and hatred, and great projects were strong within me.

If I tried to resist they beat me with rods; and when once, in a rage, I forgot myself, and hit little Mertitefs hard, Mena, who came in, hung me up in the store-room to a nail by my girdle, and left me to swing there; he said he had forgotten to take me down again.

The rats fell upon me; here are the scars, these little white spots here--look! They perhaps will some day wear out, but the wounds that my spirit received in those hours have not yet ceased to bleed.

Then Mena married Nefert, and, with her, his mother-in-law, Katuti, came into the house.

She took me from the steward, I became indispensable to her; she treats me like a man, she values my intelligence and listens to my advice,--therefore I will make her great, and with her, and through her, I will wax mighty.