Note 3 — ASS OR PIG.1

This was exactly what the countryman wanted, therefore he gave a ready assent, and the father guardian took him up into his cell. The pretended girl sat up in a chair quietly enough through the dark of the night, but when morning began to dawn, out came a stick that had been hidden under the petticoats, and whack, whack3—a fine drubbing the poor father guardian got, to the tune of—‘So you think I don’t know a pig from an ass, do you?’