The lass was busy washing the ugly old man, while the woman was lighting a fire under the big cheese-kettle on the hearth.
His foxly object was attained. The attention of the hunters was diverted.
Most of us do not think of excitement as a problem. After all, doesn't everybody like to be on cloud number nine? I agree: if we could stay on cloud number nine, life might be very pleasant. But, as all of us know, the cloud eventually evaporates. Then we not only come abruptly back to earth; we usually burrow right into its depths and hide – that is, we go into a depression.
'Well, there now,' said Julia, 'that dew be a coincident, ter be sure! Here, mother, here be th' wery thing we wants.'
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