XLVII THE DANCE OF GLOTTIS AND KYSE
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
TWO little girls carried me away to their house and, with the door firmly closed, they lighted the wick of a lamp and wished to dance for me.
Their cheeks were not painted and were brown as their little bellies. They pulled each other by the arms and talked at the same time in an agony of gaiety.
Seated on a mattress raised upon two trestles, Glottis sang in a sharp voice and struck the measures with her sonorous little palms.
Kyse danced shakily, then stopped, suffocated with laughter, took her sister by the breasts, bit her on the shoulder and threw her down like a goat that wishes to play.