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» One day an old woman took a notion into her head to bake a girdleful of cakes. So she took down her baking-board, and went to the meal-chest and fetched a basinful of meal. But when she went to seek a jug of water to mix the meal with, she found that there was none in the house. «
» What's a girdledul? « the llama asked the young lady in a low voice.
But she shrugged her shoulders and asked the old man instead, » Is the old woman the one the fieldsman married? And is she baking wedding cakes? «
And now it was her to be shushed.
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