How proudly do weourselves that our flimsy makings will be with everlasting ore!
A spider, busied in spreading his web from one side of the room to the other, was asked by asilk-worm, to what end he spent so much time and , in making such a score of lines and wreaths? The spider angrily answered: "Do not stir me, you heedless thing. I my wits to , and is the gainstand of my wishes." Swith as he had spoken, a room-maid coming into the room to feed her silk-worms, saw the spider at his work: and with one stroke of her broom swept him away, at once his arveth and his hopes of breme.
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