Then he paddled back to the river, where they found Olive waiting with some beautiful pitcher-plants in her hands, while their uncle said that he had in his handkerchief a strange plant, that ate insects.

'Jules, go at Father Pierre an' ged this lill pitcher fill with holy water, an' tell him sen' his tin bucket, and I will make it fill with quitte.'

The water in my pitcher froze.

'Twas a lowly cottage maiden, going,why, let young hearts tell, With her homely pitcher laden, fetching water from the well.

You might as well send me a pitcher postcard that it's comin'.