Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Child's Siesta

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Child's SiestaJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Before BathingJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the BoatJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beach at Valencia
She’s looking for a way,” Granny repeated.
“Good morrow, brothers, and wherehap do we whist this merry day?” said Carter the baker.
The rest of the Lancre Morris Men looked at him.
“You on some kind of medication or what?” said Weaver the thatcher.
“Just trying to enter into the spirit of the thing,” said Carter.
“That’s how these buggers in the writing,” said Carter the baker. “I never said ‘fol-de-rol’ in my life. And I can’t understand any of the jokes.”
“You ain’t supposed to understand the jokes, this is a play,” said Jason.
“Drawers!” said Baker the weaver.
“Oh, shut up. And push the cart.”
“Don’t see why we couldn’t do the Stick and Bucket Dance ...” mumbled Tailor the other weaver.
“We’re not doing the Stick and Bucket dance! I never
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dance! I still get twinges in my kneerude mechanicals talk.”“Who’re rude mechanicals?” said Baker the weaver.“They’re the same as Comic Artisans, I think,” said Carter the baker.“I asked my mum what artisans are,” said Jason.“Yeah?”“They’re us.”“And we’re Rude Mechanicals as well?” said Baker the weaver.“I reckon.”“Bum!”“Well, we certainly don’t talk like