In and out of harbour all the time—old friends everywhere—sleeping in some cool temple or ruined cistern during the heat of the day—feasting and song after sundown, under great stars set in a velvet sky!
" "Yes, dear old soul, help yourself" "I can't reach up that high, please pick them for me" "Right away," said the princess, reaching up for a bunch "Pick that bunch there, they're the ripest," said the old woman, pointing to a bunch above the cistern To reach it, the princess had to stand on the rim of the cistern The old woman gave her a push, and the princess fell in The lamb started bleating, and bleated all around the cistern, but nobody understood what it was bleating about,
