The brewing-maid now flung into it the silver skilling, upon which the girls, like wild Maenades, tore off each other's caps, and with bacchanalian wildness whirled round the tub.

By this means should the beer become stronger, and work more intoxicatingly at the approaching mowing-feast.
Among the girls, one especially distinguished herself by her Strong frame of body, and her long black hair, which, now that her cap was torn off, hung in disorder over her red face.

The dark eyebrows were grown together.

All seemed to rage most violently within her, and in truth she assumed something wild, nay almost brutal.

Both arms she raised high in the air, and with outstretched fingers she whirled around.
"That is disgusting!" whispered Otto: "they all look like crazy people." Wilhelm laughed at it.