swish, swish, swish went the broom. "They were kept as close as nuns"; swish, swish "Nowadays they are a pack of fools"; swish, swish. "They think of nothing but beaux"; swish, swish.
Just then she caught sight of her daughter making signs to a lad outside, and the broom dance ended in a good drubbing over Pamfila's shoulders, which had the miraculous effect of making her run. Then Aunt Holofernes went, broom in hand, to the door, but hardly had she shown herself when her face had its usual effect, and the lover vanished as quickly as if he had had wings on his feet.
"You worthless, love-sick girl!" cried the mother; "I'd like to break every bone in your body."
"What for? Who do you think would marry me then?"
"Marry you! you fool! Nobody shall marry you as long as I live!"
"But didn't you get married, señora, and my grandmother and my great-grandmother?"
"More's the pity! But let me tell you that I don't intend that you shall marry, nor my granddaughter, nor my great-granddaughter. Do you hear that?"
In such sweet communion of spirit did the mother and daughter spend their lives, with this result, that the mother scolded harder from day to day, and the daughter grew more and more sentimental.
One day, when Aunt Holofernes was making lye out of. wood-ashes, she called Pamfila to help her lift the heavy caldron from the fire.
