Had you been contented modestly to keep your seat near the door, you would have escaped the misfortune that has befallen you." All this was not very consolatory to the poor fox, who continued to whine and cry most piteously, while his grandmother, having finished her lecture, proceeded to bind up his wounds.

Great virtue is supposed to be added to all medical prescriptions and applications by a little dancing; so, the dressing having been applied, the grandmother fell to dancing with all her might, round and round in the lodge.
When she was nearly exhausted, the fox said, "Grandmother, take off the bandages and see if my legs are healed." She did as he requested, but no--the burns were still fresh.

She danced and danced again.

Now and then, as he grew impatient, she would remove the coverings to observe the effect of the remedies.

At length, towards morning, she looked, and, to be sure, the burns were quite healed.