“That never happens to any respectable lady in this country.”
“Don’t you never have no new style hats?” asked Meeney Miney.
“No, but we always have new style frying pans every spring and fall.”
Hidden in the roots of a pink grass clump, they came to a city of twisted-nose spiders. On the main street was a store with a show window full of pink parasols. They walked in and said to the clerk, “We want to buy parasols.”
“We don’t sell parasols here,” said the spider clerk.
“Well, lend us a parasol apiece,” said all three.
“Gladly, most gladly,” said the clerk.
“How do you do it?” asked Eeta.
“I don’t have to,” answered the spider clerk.
“How did it begin?”