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 heard a pleasant whisper of the leaves above his head, and wondered how the sound should so much resemble words like these:–

‘Welcome, welcome, dear traveller, welcome!’

And some kind soul, that knew what would have pleased old Baucis and old Philemon best, built a circular seat around both their trunks, where, for a great while afterwards, the weary, and the hungry, and the thirsty used to repose themselves, and quaff milk abundantly out of the miraculous pitcher.

And I wish, for all our sakes, that we had the pitcher here now!