He told Dorothy he had brushed
his shaggy hair and whiskers; but she thought he must have brushed
them the wrong way, for they were quite as shaggy as before.
Again, a young girl, more bold and saucy than was fitting, brushed
the priest's black robe, singing in his face the sardonic ditty, "niche, niche, the devil is caught." Sometimes a group of squalid old crones, squatting in a file under the shadow of the steps to a porch, scolded noisily as the archdeacon and the bellringer passed, and tossed them this encouraging welcome, with a curse: "Hum!