Keep your looks of pitying scorn!
You can never troop together
To the husking of the corn!
THE CLEVER CHEESE-MAKER.
Once upon a time there lived, in a little straw hut, a poor cheese-maker and his wife. They made good cheeses, and sold them whenever they could; but they lived in a lonely spot, and few people passed by that way, so that they made but a slender living. Now it chanced one day that when the good wife came to count the cheeses she found that there were six missing, although she had not sold any or given them away.
So she said to her husband,—
“Some thief has stolen six cheeses in the night.”
“Good!” said the husband.