lean lisa was of a very different way of thinking from lazy harry and fat trina, who never let anything disturb their peace. she scoured everything with ashes, from morning till evening, and burdened her husband, long laurence, with so much work that he had heavier weights to carry than an ass with three sacks. it was, however, all to no purpose, they had nothing and came to nothing. one night as she lay in bed, and could hardly move one limb for weariness, she still did not allow her thoughts to go to sleep. she thrust her elbows into her husband’s side, and said, "listen, lenz, to what i have been thinking: