Nothing very terrible can happen with a duck in the foreground.

There is no use turning it over.

It would take Maeterlinck or Swedenborg to find the mystic meaning of a duck.

A duck looks to me like a caricature of an alderman.
Here is a sieve: [Illustration] Roman equivalent, H.A sieve placed on the kitchen-table, close-up, suggests domesticity, hired girl humors, broad farce.

We will expect the bride to make her first cake, or the flour to begin to fly into the face of the intrusive ice-man.