"Come hither to me, lassie," said the Wether, "and I'll help you. Hide yourself under my fleece, and then they'll not see you; else they'll take away the casket, and tear you to death."
Just then up came the old witch, tearing along.
"Have you seen any lassie pass here, you sheep?" she cried to the wether.
"Oh yes," said the Wether, "I saw one an hour ago, but she ran so fast you'll never catch her."
So the old witch turned round and went home.
But when the lassie had come to where she met the cow, she heard another awful clatter behind her.
"Come hither to me, lassie," said the Cow, "and I'll help you to hide yourself under my udder, else the old hag will come and take away your casket, and tear you to death."
True enough, it wasn't long before she came up.
"Have you seen any lassie pass here, you cow?" said the old hag.
"Yes, I saw one an hour ago," said the Cow, "but she's far away now, for she ran so fast I don't think you'll ever catch her up."
So the old hag turned round, and went back home again.
When the lassie had walked a long, long way farther on, and was not far from the hedge, she heard again that awful clatter on the road behind her, and she got scared and frightened, for she knew well enough it was the old hag and her daughter, who had changed their minds.
"Come hither to me, lassie," said the Hedge, "and I'll help you. Creep under my twigs, so that they can't see
