to hold all the grain, and that it seemed to him a thousand years off before he should carry home his bride on the crupper of his bay mule.
But Peppa one fine day said to him,—
"Let your mule have a rest, for I do not wish to get married."
The poor "Candela di Sego" was dumbfounded, and the old mother began to tear her hair when she heard that her daughter had refused the best match in the village.
"I am in love with Gramigna," said the girl, "and he is the only one whom I will marry."
"Ah!" screamed the mamma, and she stormed through the house, with her gray hair streaming so that she looked like a witch—"Ah! that demon has been here to bewitch my daughter!"
"No," replied Peppa, with her eyes flashing like a sword—"no, he has not been here."
"Where did you ever see him?"
