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.
[Illustration: 063.jpg Sate upright] "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.