replied the man, "and don’t know how to get back again, couldn’t you drive me up?" "no," said the woman, "i don’t know the way, but if you come from heaven you can surely tell me how my husband, who has been there these three years is. you must have seen him?" "oh, yes, i have seen him, but all men can’t get on well. he keeps sheep, and the sheep give him a great deal to do. they run up the mountains and lose their way in the wilderness, and he has to run after them and drive them together again. his clothes are all torn to pieces too, and will soon fall off his body. there is no tailor there, for saint peter won’t let any of them in, as you know by the story." "who would have thought it?"