“A young woman was having a row in her boat, together with her maid. When preparing a betel quid for her mistress, the little maid let fall in the river the chased silver lime container, a real jewel.
When she had recovered from her fright, the girl calmly asked, as if nothing had happened:
-Miss, may one say that a thing is lost when one knows where it is?
-Of course not, you simpleton.
-How glad I am! Then is not lost!
-What is not lost?
-The lime container! I know for sure that is at the bottom of the river.”
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