But she clapped her hands, and made a trifling dance around my back, and came to me on the other side, as if I were a great plaything.
'What is your name ?' she said, as if she had every right to ask me; 'and how did you come here, and what are these wet things in this great bag ?' 'You had better let them alone,' I said; 'they are loaches for my mother.

But I will give you some, if you like.' 'Dear me, how much you think of them! Why, they are only fish.

But how your feet are bleeding! oh, I must tie them up for you.

And no shoes nor stockings! Is your mother very poor, poor boy ?' 'No,' I said, being vexed at this; 'we are rich enough to buy all this great meadow, if we chose; and here my shoes and stockings be.' 'Why, they are quite as wet as your feet; and I cannot bear to see your feet.

Oh, please to let me manage them; I will do it very softly.' 'Oh, I don't think much of that,' I replied; 'I shall put some goose-grease to them.