“If he does, he’d better look out,” said the spider.
Then she took another header; and so she went on.
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But, when the day began to break, the goat’s-foot and the parsley were near snapping with surprise.
The spider was hanging in the air between their branches. She had drawn her legs up under her, bundled herself together and was sleeping like a top.
“Is she on you?” asked the goat’s-foot.
“No,” replied the parsley. “Is she on you?”
“No,” said the goat’s-foot.
“She’s not on us either,” said the twigs.