broom, parades about the house, like Bhim of old, the Pandava prince, who, arming himself with his club, was wont to stalk across the field of battle. Another is always scolding, even as the Kuru king, Durjyodhan, with Bhishma, Dron, and Karna, were ever hurling execrations at their foes. One, like Kumbhakarna, sleeps six months straight on end, and, on awaking, eats up all there is. Another is like Sugrib, who, twisting his long neck about, was always bent on killing Kumbhakarna.
Brahmânanda was free from these troubles and annoyances, but the bringing of water and the scouring of dishes fell on Rohini. She went of an evening to fetch water when her other work was done. The day after that on which the events already narrated took place, she went at the usual time, with her kalsi on her hip, to fetch water. There was a large tank belonging to the zemindâr, called Bârunî, the water of which was very good. It was there that Rohini was accustomed to go for water, and to-day also she was wending her way thither. She always went alone; she had not the habit of going in company with light women, lightly laugh-
