In that case your mother-in-law would flee the country." The more the _Boisnavi_ insisted, the more Kunda refused to go without the _Grihini's_ permission.
Haridasi having no other resource, said: "Very well, put the thing nicely to the _Grihini_; I will come another day and take you.

Mind you put it prudently, and shed some tears also, else she will not consent." Even to this Kunda did not consent; she would not say either "yes" or "no." Haridasi, having finished purifying her face and hands, turned to the ladies and asked for contributions.

At this moment Surja Mukhi came amongst them, the desultory talk ceased, and the younger women, all pretending some occupation, sat down.
Surja Mukhi, examining the _Boisnavi_ from head to foot, inquired, "Who are you ?" An aunt of Nagendra's explained: "She is a _Boisnavi_ who came to sing.

I never heard such beautiful singing! Will you let her sing for you?
Sing something about the goddesses." Haridasi, having sung a beautiful piece about Sham, Surja Mukhi, enchanted, dismissed her with a handsome present.

The _Boisnavi_, making a profound salute, cast one more glance at Kunda and went away.
Once out of the range of Surja Mukhi's eyes, she made a few gentle taps on the tambourine, singing softly-- "Ah, my darling! I'll give you honey to eat, golden robes to wear; I'll fill your flask with _attar_, And your jar with water of rose, Your box with spice prepared by my own hand." The _Boisnavi_ being gone, the women could talk of nothing else for some time.