Once upon a time there was a scoundrel and a babysitter; and the great-grandfather had a girl, and the babe again a girl. The girl's face was slender, lazy, snotty and bad at heart; but, because she was the mother's daughter, she leaned down as the crotch loosened on the leash, leaving all the burden on the old man's face. But the girl's face was beautiful, hard-working, obedient and good at heart