« What can I do for you? » she inquired softly, for she was moved by the sad voice in which the man spoke.
« Get an oil-can and oil my joints, » he answered. « They are rusted so badly that I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon be all right again. You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage. »
Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can, and then she returned and asked anxiously, « Where are your joints? » (suite…)