Then, besides, but a moment or two back he told
That he meant to devote to our use all the gold.
Oh, how conscience soon quieted may be!"
Now the Abbot remembered that somewhere he'd seen
An old tumble-down hut when out rambling he'd been,
Which he thought might be it,—and 'twas, by the bye,
The same Peter had all the while in his eye;
For he had not erected, as Truth must declare,
The castle on clouds up aloft in the air.
But the gold and old lady were really a joke,