The exorcist, now at the end of his resources, took the pail of holy water and emptied the contents over the woman’s head, she being apparently the most obstinate case.
“Have you finished?” the woman burst out, while the water dripped from her body like snow melting off a snow-man.
“Dear little wife,” said the cobbler calmly, “you will take the frying-pan to our neighbour.”
The good man threw away the shoe he held in his hand and danced for joy.
NEITHER OF THEM WANTED TO RETURN THE FRYING-PAN
