was a little girl. Their acquaintance had begun in a pitched battle once when they met down in the valley, both of them after blackberries. The little girl, knowing that she was "within her rights," had seized Jeli by the neck as if he were a thief, For awhile they exchanged blows on the slope—"You one, I one,"—as the cooper does on the hoops of his barrels; but when they got tired of it they gradually calmed down, though they still had each other by the hair.
"Who are you?" demanded Mara.
And when Jeli with less breeding refused to tell who he was,—
"I am Mara, the daughter of Massaro Agrippino, who is the keeper of all these fields here."
Jeli then let his grasp relax, and the little girl set to work to pick up the blackberries that had fallen during their struggle, now and then glancing with curiosity at her antagonist.
Just beyond the bridge, on the edge of
