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“The buckets are in the milk-house,” she went on. “Boy bach, hie you away off and make a start. Come I will as soon as I am ready.” The young man shuffled across the floor into the dairy. He came back with two buckets and a wooden tub, and he placed the tub on the ground and sat on its edge.

“This is the day of the seaside,” he said. Esther turned her face away from the smoke that ascended from the fire.

“Indeed, indeed, now, Sam bach!” she cried, “and you don’t say so then!” “Esther fach, vexful the move of your tongue. Say to me whose cart is carting you?”

“Who speeched that I was going, Sam the son of Ginni?” “Don’t you be laughing, Esther. Tell me now whose cart is carting you.”