chest which stood there. All this Little Peter stood outside and saw, and as soon as the hushand was well inside, Little Peter went up to the door and asked if he might have a night's lodging.
"Yes, to be sure," said the man, "we'll take you in;" and so he begged Little Peter to sit down at the table and eat. Yes, Little Peter sat down, and took his calfskin with him, and laid it down at his feet.
So, when they had sat a while, Little Peter began to mutter to his skin.
"What are you saying now? can't you hold your tongue?" said Little Peter.
"Who is it you're talking with?" asked the man.
"Oh," answered Little Peter, "it's only a spae-maiden whom I've got in my calfskin."
"And pray what does she spae?" asked the man again.
"Why, she says that no one can say their isn't a bowl of custard standing under the grate," said Little Peter.
"She may spae as much as she pleases," answered the man, "but we haven't had custards in this house for a year and a day."
But Peter begged him only to look, and he did so; and he found the custard-bowl. So they began to make merry with it, but just as they sat and took their ease, Peter muttered something again to the calfskin.
"Hush!" he said, "can't you hold your jaw?"
"And pray what does the spae-maiden say now?" asked the man.
"Oh, she says no one can say there isn't brandy and
