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who had poked his nose out a hundred years before drew it back like a flash and scampered away.
“Dear me!” said the servant who was washing the dishes; “I do believe I have been to sleep with this crock in my hand. It’s a mercy I didn’t let it fall!” And he went on with his scouring, It was the same thing in the dairy where the maids had fallen asleep while they were skimming the cream and churning the butter. And the cream was not sour for all that a hundred years had passed,
