I asked in great surprise . `` Tom , the piper 's son , will tell you : it 's my turn to toss now , '' said the man . `` Why , you see , ma'am , '' said Tom , `` she is one of those dreadfully nice old women , who are always fussing and scrubbing , and worrying people to death , with everlastingly cleaning house . Now and then we get so tired out with her that we propose to her to clean the sky itself . She likes that ; and , as this is the only way we can get her up , we toss till she sticks somewhere , and then leave her to sweep cobwebs till she is ready to come back and behave herself . '' `` Well , that is the oddest thing I ever heard . I know just such an old lady , and when I go home I 'll try your plan . It seems to me that you have a great many queer old ladies on this island , '' I said to another man , whom they called Peter , and who stood eating pumpkin all the time . `` Well , we do have rather a nice collection ; but you have n't seen the best of all . We expect her every minute ; and Margery Daw is to let us know the minute she lights on the island , '' replied Peter , with his mouth full . `` Lights ? '' said I , `` you speak as if she flew . '' `` She rides on a bird . Hurrah ! the old sweeper has lit . Now the cobwebs will fly . Do n't hurry back , '' shouted the man ; and a faint , far-off voice answered , `` I shall be back again by and by . '' The people folded up the blanket , looking much relieved ; and I was examining a very odd house which was built by an ancient king called Boggen , when Margery Daw , a dirty little girl , came up the hill , screaming , at the top of her voice : `` She 's come ! she 's come ! '' Every one looked up ; and I saw a large white bird slowly flying over the island .
On its back sat the nicest old woman that ever was XXXXX : all the others were nothing compared to her .
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