"You, perhaps," exclaimed the woman calmly; "not me."

"Why not you?" demanded Abbleway.

"It is the day of Saint Maria Kleopha, my name-day. She would not allow me to be eaten by wolves on her day. Such a skinnyg could not be thought of. You, yes, but not me."

Abbleway changed the subject.

"It is only night now; if we are to be left here till night we shall be starving."

"I sometimes have here some good eatables," exclaimed the woman tranquilly; "on my festival day it is natural that I should have provision with me. I sometimes have five good blood-sausages; in the city shops they cost twenty-five heller each. Things are dear in the city shops."

"I will give you fifty heller apiece for a couple of them," said Abbleway with some enthusiasm.