Paraphrasing Tool by SEOMagnifier==================================Original Content:But everybody must be tired of all this trouble about that boat. Itshows what a state of things we live in, and what a meddlesome lot weare, that a good man cannot receive a gift straight into his hands fromProvidence, which never before rewarded him, though he said his prayersevery night almost, and did his very best to cheat nobody; it proves, atleast to my mind, something very rotten somewhere, when a man ofblameless character must prove his right to what he finds. However, Ihad proved my right, and cut in Colonel Lougher's woods a larger polethan usual, because the law would guarantee me, if at all assaulted.And truly, after all my care to be on the right side of it, such a vileattack of law was now impending on me, that with all my study of it, andperpetual attempts to jam its helm up almost into the very eye ofreason, my sails very nearly failed to draw, and left me shivering inthe wind. But first for what comes foremost.At that particular moment all things seemed to be most satisfactory.Here was my property duly secured and most useful to me, here was a runof fish up from the Mumbles of a very superior character, here was myown reputation spread by the vigilance of the public press, so that Icharged three farthings a-pound more than Sandy Mac did, and here was mycottage once more all alive with the mirth of our Bunny and Bardie. Tosee them playing at hide-and-seek with two chairs and a table; or"French and English," which I taught them; or "come and visit mygrandmother;" or making a cat of the kettle-holder, with a pair of earsand a tail to it; or giving a noble dinner-party with cockles andoyster-shells, and buttons, and apple-peel chopped finely; or, what waseven a grander thing, eating their own dinners prettily, with theirdolls beside them,--scarcely any one would have believed that theselittle ones had no mothers.And yet they did not altogether seem to be forgetful, or to view theworld as if there were no serious side to it. Very grave discourse wassometimes held between their bouts of play, and subjects of great depthand wonder introduced by doll's clothes. For instance:--"Hasn't 'a got no mama, poor Bunny, to thread 'e needle?""No, my dear," I answered, for my grandchild looked stupid about it;"poor Bunny's mother is gone to heaven.""My mama not gone to heaven. My mama come demorrow-day. I'se almosttired of yaiting, old Davy, but she sure to come demorrow-day."But as the brave little creature spoke, I saw that "the dust was in hereyes." This was her own expression always, to escape the reproach ofcrying, when her lonely heart was working with its misty troubles, andsent the tears into her eyes, before the tongue could tell of them.