"Why do you weep?" asked Gud.
"I weep," replied the girl, "because I am in disgrace."
"Oh, I see, you are a fallen woman. Why don't you commit suicide?"
"But I am too young to die," moaned the girl, "and besides I haven't fallen yet. I am weeping because they tell me I am immodest."
"But why do they say you are immodest?" asked Gud, as he picked up a green apple and tasted it to see if it were ripe.
"Because," explained the girl, "I made me a bathing pettitcoat and went bathing in the pool. Someone had told me how to make it and how to sew lead sinkers in the hem of it. But I could only remember that it was something about fishing tackle, and I sewed corks in the hem instead of sinkers, and so when I went bathing, the skirt floated on the top of the water."
Gud stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I can put out the eyes of the fishes," he suggested.
"But they would still remember."
"I can kill the fishes," offered Gud.
"But the fishes might have souls, and besides, it wasn't so much what the fishes saw or even what the people thought the fishes saw."