A move from the frying-pan[[139]] into the fire;—
But then there’s a proverb of well-tried validity
Which says that as long as there’s life there is hope.
A Lean Person in a priest’s cassock, kilted-up high, and with a birding-net over his shoulder, comes hurrying along the ridge.
Peer.
Who goes there? A priest with a fowling-net!
Hei, hop! I’m the spoilt child of fortune indeed!
Good evening, Herr Pastor! the path is bad——
The Lean One.
Ah yes; but what wouldn’t one do for a soul?