At first I thought it was from pure joy,--then I thought she pitied me.

'Is there anything wrong ?' I asked.

Then she pulled herself together, dried her tears and said: 'I have an invalid on my hands.'-- 'Your child ?'--'No, Ursu.'-- It was just as if a viper had stung me.--'Ursu sick ?' I cried.--'Yes, I don't know what ails him.

Since yesterday he has been lying down shaking and trembling, while the day before he was skipping about and turning somersaults.

Fatia Negra (Domne Zeu,[28] forgive my lips for uttering that name) was playing with him for a long time.' 'Did he come hither ?' 'Yes, he said he was on his way to you.' 'He lied.