As time passed the Great Spirit grew fonder and fonder of his good-natured friend, and was grieved to see him suffer for the lack of a full dinner pot and stomach, so the Great Spirit put on his thinking-cap and learned a way to help Mr. Turtle. The old fellow needs a wife! said the Great Spirit taking off his thinking-cap.

Everyone's down with the flu, and I'm in the office all by myself.

I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree.

Since I have your good leave to go away, I will make haste: but, till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay, Nor rest be interposer 'twixt us twain.