ABSTRACT
One day a fortune-teller came along, one of those charlatans, who travels around offering to tell the fortune of any woman who’d believe him, just to make some money. He was so insistent that Povira-bedda agreed to have her fortune told. The poor child had no money to give him, but he had noticed a little bed quilt spread out in the sun outside the house, and he agreed to take this as payment.
