"Oh, I am thirsty!" said Jill as she went on down the hill to her own cottage.
A dirty, thin, brown-skinned, weak-looking boy was lying in the porch.
"Jill," he said feebly.
"Is that you, Jack?"
"Yes, have you brought us any water?"
"Me, no; I was just going to ask you for a drink. I am so thirsty."
Jack smiled feebly. "There isn't any," he said.
Jill went indoors. A dirty table-cloth was spread on the dusty table.
"Ugh!" she said, coming out again, "isn't there any milk?"
"No," said Jack. "You see there is no grass for the cows. Where's the water gone?" he cried, raising himself from his chair, "that's what I want to know. I wish it would rain. My word, wouldn't I hang my tongue out to catch the raindrops," and he sank back again exhausted.