‘ling is not dried up, and, for the other three, there is water in the well. Suppoſe Stephen ſhould make a quarrel of it, and give thee a few hard blows, what is that but a paſſing ſcud; and the ſky, as every body knows, will lour now and then in the happieſt marriages. My heart acquits me of any fault; I have been guilty of no neglect. Harveſt is coming on apace; I can then go a reaping: and in winter I will ſpin till the hour of midnight; a goat will be to be got ſome way or other; and when I have a goat once, kids will come of themſelves.’
Theſe reflections revived her drooping ſpirits. She wiped away her tears, and on lifting up her eyes ſhe was aware of a leaf at her feet, that glittered as bright as virgin gold. She picked it up, and behold it was heavy like gold. She aroſe nimbly, hurried to her neighbour the Jeweſs, and with great eagerneſs ſhewed her the windfall. The Jeweſs declared it
was
