Two Women Havedrank

 

Two women havedrank, sitting side beside, discussed themselves. The elder, in town for the New Year, was the sister of the younger, the younger besiding to be the sitter of the elder by virtue of her nearness. “O, sitter, I’m going to cry,” said the elder. “But why?” asked the younger. “I don’t know,” and the elder ran away. De paired, her s(s)ister belied tallern grass that unseasonable winter’s eve.