She went to the idol-shop in Moleshill Street, where the old man mumbles, and said: "I want a god to worship when it is wet."  
The old man reminded her of the heavy penalties that rightly attach to idolatry and, when he had enumerated all, she answered him as was meet: "Give me a god to worship when it is wet."
 
And he went to the back places of his shop and sought out and brought her a god. The same was carved of grey stone and wore a propitious look and was named, as the old man mumbled, The God of Rainy Cheerfulness.
 
Now it may be that long confinement to the house affects adversely the liver, or these things may be of the soul, but certain it is that............