disposition. 
Short thy proposal has been, and short shall be also my answer. 
Yes, I will go with thee home, and the call of fate I will follow. 
Here my duty is done:  I have brought the newly made mother
Back to her kindred again, who are all in her safety rejoicing. 
Most of our people already are gathered; the others will follow. 
All think a few days more will certainly see them returning
Unto their homes; for such is the exile’s constant delusion. 
But by no easy hope do I suffer myself to be cheated
During these sorrowful days which promise yet more days of sorrow. 
All the bands of the world have been loosed, and what shall unite them,
Saving alone the need, the need supreme, that is on us? 
If in a good man’s house I can earn my living by service,
Under the eye of an excellent mistress, I gladly will do it;
Since of doubtful repute, must be always a wandering maiden. 
Yes, I will go with thee, soon as I first shall have carried the pitchers
Back to my friends, and prayed the good people to give me their blessing. 
Come thou must see them thyself, and from their hands must receive me.”

Joyfully hearkened the youth to the willing maiden’s decision,
Doubtful whether he ought not at once to make honest confession. 
Yet it appeared to him best to leave her awhile in her error,
Nor for her love to sue, before leading her home to his dwelling. 
Ah! and the golden ring he perceived on the hand of the maiden,
Wherefore he let her speak on, and gave diligent ear to her language.

“Come,” she presently said, “Let us back to the village; for maidens
Always are sure to be blamed if they tarry too long at the fountain. 
Yet how delightful it is to chat by the murmuring water!”

Then from their seats they rose, and both of them turned to the fountain
One more look behind, and a tender longing possessed them. 
Both of the water-jars then in silence she took by the handle,
Carried them up the steps, while behind her followed her lover. 
One of the pitchers he begged her to give him to lighten the burden. 
“Nay, let it be!” she said:  “I carry them better so balanced. 
Nor shall the master, who is to command, be doing me service. 
Look not so gravely upon me, as thinking my fortune a hard one. 
Early a woman should learn to serve, for that is her calling;
Since through service alone she finally comes to the headship,
Comes to the due command that is hers of right in the household. 
Early the sister must wait on her brother, and wait on her parents;
Life must be always with her a perpetual coming and going,
Or be a fetching and carrying, making and doing for others. 
Happy for her be she wonted to think no way is too grievous,
And if the hours of the night be to her as the hours of the daytime;
If she find never a needle too fine, nor a labor too trifling;
Wholly forgetful of self, and caring to live but in