as good as new, and will be able to say enough disagreeable things to us for some time to come.”
“Do you think so?” said she; and then they clambered up again to the table on which they had stood before.
“You see,” said the Sweep, “we might have spared ourselves these disagreeables, after all.”
“If we had but mended my old grandfather!” said the Shepherdess. “Does it cost much?"
And mended he was. The family had his back glued, and his neck riveted, so that he was as good as new, except that he could not nod.
“Meseems, you have grown haughty since you were dashed to pieces,” said General-clothes-press-inspector-head-superintendent Goat-legs. “However, I think there is not so very much to be proud of. Am I to have her, or am I not?”
Then the Chimney-sweep and the little Shepherdess looked so touchingly at the old Chinese; they were so afraid he would nod!
