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the way he always will do." At this moment there
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from the South, dropping the knife into the bowl of porridge,
and clapping both hands over his mouth.
" What's the matter ? Burnt it again " ? asked the
Man in the Moon, staring at him.
"
Y - - - e - -- s ; oh, dear me !
oh, my ! oh, dear '"
!
"That's rather curious, Khoda, isn't it?" said the
Man in the Moon, turning to her.
" This Man from the
South, you see, has a trick of blowing hot and blowing
cold in the same breath ;
and so long as he remembers to
blow cold on his porridge it does very well, for he considers
ice quite a luxury but sometimes he
;
forgets and
blows hot, and that heats the frozen porridge so suddenly
that he burns his own mouth. Silly enough,
isn't it?
But it's the way he always did do, and I suppose
it is
was a terrible crash in
the thorn-bush close behind
Rhoda. Turning
suddenly round, she saw
a man scrambling his
^ way out of it, with his
face all torn and bleeding,
and holding both
hands tight over his
eyes.
" There's another idiot !
" exclaimed the Man in the
Moon.
" And one who thinks himself wondrous wise