So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie;

and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head

into the shop. "What! no soap?" So he died, and she very imprudently

married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Grand

Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all

fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran

out at the heels of their boots.

-- Samuel Foote