English Folk-Lore
Once upon a time there were a woman, and she baked five pies. And when they come out of the oven, they was that overbaked the crust were too hard to eat. So she says to her darter:
Mawr,1 says she, put you them there pies on the shelf, an leave em there a little, an theyll come again.She meant, you know, the crust would get soft.
But the gal, she says to herself: Well, if theyll come agin, Ill ate em now. And she set to work and ate em all, first and last.
Well, come supper-time, the woman she said: Goo you, and git one o them there pies. I dare say theyve come agin now.
The gal she went an she looked, and there warnt nothin but the dishes. So back she come and says she: Noo, they aint come agin.
Not none on em? says the mother.
Not none on em, says she.
Well, come agin, or not come agin, says the woman, Ill ha one for supper.
But you cant, if they aint come, says the gal.
But I can, says she. Goo you and bring the best of em.
Best or worst, says the gal, Ive ate em all, and you cant ha one till thats come agin.
Well, the woman she were wholly bate,2 and she took her spinnin to the door to spin, and as she span she sang:
The king he were a-comin down the street, an he heard her sing, but what she sang he couldnt hear, so he stopped and said:
What were that you was a-singing of, mawr?
The woman she were ashamed to let him hear what her darter had been a-doin, so she sang, stids3 o that:
Sars o mine! said the king, I never heerd tell of any one as could do that.
Then he said: Look you here, I want a wife, and Ill marry your darter. But look you here, says he, leven months out o the year she shall have all the vittles she likes to eat, and all the gowns she likes to get, and all the company she likes to have; but the last month o the year shell ha to spin five skeins every day, an if she doont, I shall kill her.
All right, says the woman; for she thought what a grand marriage that was. And as for them five skeins, whan it came to the time, thered be plenty o ways of getting out of it, and likeliest, hed ha forgot about it.
Well, so they was married. An for leven months the gal had all the vittles she liked to ate, and all the gowns she liked to get, and all the company she liked to have.
But when the time was gettin oover, she began to think about them there skeins an to wonder if he had em in mind. But not one word did he say about em, an she wholly thought hed forgot em.
But the last day o the last month he takes her to a room shed never sets eyes on afore. There wornt nothing in it but a spinnin-wheel and a stool. An says he: Now, my dear, here yowll be shut in to-morrow with some vittles and some flax, and if you haint spun five skeins by the night, your head will goo off.
An awa he went about his business.
Well, she were that frightened, shed allus been such a useless mawther, that she didnt so much as know how to spin, an what were she to do to-morrow, with no one to come nigh her to help her. She sat down on a stool in the kitchen, and lawk! how she did cry!
However, all on a sudden she heard a sort of a knockin low down on the door. She upped and oped it, an what should she see but a small little black thing with a long tail. That looked up at her right curious, an that said:
What are you a-cryin for?
Whas that to you? says she.
Never you mind, that said, but tell me what youre a-cryin for.
That wont do me no good if I do, says she.
You dont know that, that said, an twirled thats tail round.
Well, says she, that wont do no harm, if that dont do no good, and she upped and told about the pies and the skeins, and everything.
This is what Ill do, says the little black thing, Ill come to your window every morning and take the flax and bring it spun at night.
Whats your pay? says she.
That looked out o the corner o thats eyes, and that said: Ill give you three guesses every night to guess my name, an if you haint guessed it afore the months up, you shall be mine.
Well, she thought shed be sure to guess thats name afore the month was up. All right, says she, I agree.
All right, that says, an lawk! how that twirled thats tail.
Well, the next day, the king he took her into the room, an there was the flax an the days vittles.
Now theres the flax, says he, an if that aint spun up this night, off goes your head. An then he went out an locked the door.
Hed hardly gone when there was a knockin on the window.
She upped and she oped it, and there sure enough was the little old thing a-settin on the ledge.
Wheres the flax? says he.
Here it be, says she. And she gonned4 it to him.
Well, in the evening a knockin came again to the window. She upped and she oped it, and there were the little old thing with five skeins of flax on his arm.
Here te be, says he, and he gonned it to her.
Now, whats my name? says he.
What, is that Bill? says she.
Noo, that aint, says he, an he twirled his tail.
Is that Ned? says she.
Noo, that aint, says he, an he twirled his tail.
Well, is that Mark? says she.
Noo, that aint, says he, an he twirled his tail harder an away he flew.
Well, when her husband he come in, there was the five skeins ready for him. I see I shant have for to kill you to-night, my dear, says he; youll have your vittles and your flax in the mornin, says he, an away he goes.
Well, every day the flax an the vittles they was brought, an every day that there little black impet used for to come mornings and evenings. An all the day the mawther she set a-trying for to think of names to say to it when it come at night. But she never hit on the right one. An as it got towards the end o the month, the impet that began for to look so maliceful, an that twirled thats tail faster an faster each time she gave a guess.
At last it came to the last day but one. The impet, that came at night along o the five skeins, and that said:
What, aint you got my name yet?
Is that Nicodemus? says she.
Noo, taint, that says.
Is that Sammle? says she.
Noo, taint, that says.
A-well, is that Methusalem? says she.
Noo, taint that neither, that says.
Then that looks at her with thats eyes like a coal o fire, an that says: Woman, theres only to-morrow night, an then youll be mine! An away it flew.
Well, she felt that horrid. Howsomeover, she heard the king a-comin along the passage. In he came, an when he see the five skeins, he says, says he:
Well, my dear, says he, I dont see but what youll have your skeins ready to-morrow night as well, an as I reckon I shant have to kill you, Ill have supper in here to-night. So they brought supper an another stool for him, and down the two they sat.
Well, he hadnt eat but a mouthful or so, when he stops an begins to laugh.
What is it? says she.
A-why, says he, I was out a huntin to-day, an I got away to a place in the wood Id never seen afore. An there was an old chalk-pit. An I heard a sort of a hummin, kind o. So I got off my hobby,5 an I went right quiet to the pit, an I looked down. Well, what should there be but the funniest little black thing you ever set eyes on. An what was that a-doing on, but that had a little spinnin-wheel, an that were a-spinnin wonderful fast, an a-twirlin thats tail. An as that span, that sang:
Well, when the mawther heard this, she fared as if she could ha jumped out of her skin for joy, but she didnt say a word.
Next day that there little thing looked so maliceful when he came for the flax. And when night came, she heard that a-knockin on the window panes. She oped the window, an that come right in on the ledge. That were grinnin from ear to ear an Oo! thats tail were twirlin round so fast.
Whats my name? that says, as that gonned her the skeins.
Is that Solomon? she says, pretendin to be afeard.
Noo, taint, that says, and that come further into the room.
Well, is that Zebedee? says she again.
Noo, taint, says the impet. An then that laughed an twirled thats tail till you couldnt hardly see it.
Take time, woman, that says; next guess, and youre mine. An that stretched out thats black hands at her.
Well, she backed a step or two, an she looked at it, and then she laughed out, and says she, a-pointing of her finger at it:
Well, when that heard her, that shrieked awful and away that flew into the dark, and she never saw it no more.
From Fairy Gold, edited by Ernest Rhys.
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