The old crone "nichered" a laugh under her bonnet and bandage; she then drew out a short black pipe, and lighting it began to smoke. Having indulged a while in this sedative, she raised her bent body, took the pipe from her lips, and while gazing steadily at the fire, said very deliberately--"You are cold; you are sick; and you are silly."
La vecchia represse un sorriso, poi prendendo una corta pipa nera, l'accese e si mise a fumare; dopo avere aspirato qualche boccata di fumo, raddrizzò la curva persona, tolse di bocca la pipa e guardando il fuoco, disse risolutamente: — Avete freddo, siete malata e sciocca.