Onthe threshold, through the faint light of the early dawn, he noticed a humanfigure.
“Whoare you, there?”
“Itis me, grandpa, Anoka! I want to die. Forgive me, if you can.` Grandpa stopped,swayed, and almost fell.
“Mychild, it is sinful to talk like that. Look at my hair, not even the sheep`swool is whiter.”
Anokagrasped the hem of his cloak which hung down from his shoulders, and kissed it.
“Ihave sinned awfully. I destroyed the harmony of your home. For-give me, forGod`s sake!”
Nothingeasier than to make an old man cry. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He took herhead in both his hands and kissed her.
Shefollowed him into the room.
Shesat on a stool, and grandpa on the edge of the bed.
“Shellsome of these beans.”
She did so. Grandpa looked at her with joy. Bo