English Fairy Tales. Joseph Jacobs

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СКАЧАТЬ he said: “Look you here, I want a wife, and I'll marry your daughter. But look you here,” says he, “eleven months out of the year she shall have all she likes to eat, and all the gowns she likes to get, and all the company she likes to keep; but the last month of the year she'll have to spin five skeins every day, and if she don't I shall kill her.”

      “All right,” says the woman; for she thought what a grand marriage that was. And as for the five skeins, when the time came, there'd be plenty of ways of getting out of it, and likeliest, he'd have forgotten all about it.

      Well, so they were married. And for eleven months the girl had all she liked to eat, and all the gowns she liked to get, and all the company she liked to keep.

      But when the time was getting over, she began to think about the skeins and to wonder if he had 'em in mind. But not one word did he say about 'em, and she thought he'd wholly forgotten 'em.

      However, the last day of the last month he takes her to a room she'd never set eyes on before. There was nothing in it but a spinning-wheel and a stool. And says he: “Now, my dear, here you'll be shut in to-morrow with some victuals and some flax, and if you haven't spun five skeins by the night, your head'll go off.”

      And away he went about his business.

      Well, she was that frightened, she'd always been such a gatless girl, that she didn't so much as know how to spin, and what was 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 law! how she did cry!

      However, all of a sudden she heard a sort of a knocking low down on the door. She upped and oped it, and what should she see but a small little black thing with a long tail. That looked up at her right curious, and that said:

      “What are you a-crying for?”

      “What's that to you?” says she.

      “Never you mind,” that said, “but tell me what you're a-crying for.”

      “That won't do me no good if I do,” says she.

      “You don't know that,” that said, and twirled that's tail round.

      “Well,” says she, “that won't do no harm, if that don't do no good,” and she upped and told about the pies, and the skeins, and everything.

      “This is what I'll do,” says the little black thing, “I'll come to your window every morning and take the flax and bring it spun at night.”

      “What's your pay?” says she.

      That looked out of the corner of that's eyes, and that said: “I'll give you three guesses every night to guess my name, and if you haven't guessed it before the month's up you shall be mine.”

      Well, she thought she'd be sure to guess that's name before the month was up. “All right,” says she, “I agree.”

      “All right,” that says, and law! how that twirled that's tail.

      Well, the next day, her husband took her into the room, and there was the flax and the day's food.

      “Now there's the flax,” says he, “and if that ain't spun up this night, off goes your head.” And then he went out and locked the door.

      He'd hardly gone, when there was a knocking against the window.

      She upped and she oped it, and there sure enough was the little old thing sitting on the ledge.

      “Where's the flax?” says he.

      “Here it be,” says she. And she gave it to him.

      Well, come the evening a knocking came again to the window. She upped and she oped it, and there was the little old thing with five skeins of flax on his arm.

      “Here it be,” says he, and he gave it to her.

      “Now, what's my name?” says he.

      “What, is that Bill?” says she.

      “Noo, that ain't,” says he, and he twirled his tail.

      “Is that Ned?” says she.

      “Noo, that ain't,” says he, and he twirled his tail.

      “Well, is that Mark?” says she.

      “Noo, that ain't,” says he, and he twirled his tail harder, and away he flew.

      Well, when her husband came in, there were the five skeins ready for him. “I see I shan't have to kill you to-night, my dear,” says he; “you'll have your food and your flax in the morning,” says he, and away he goes.

      Well, every day the flax and the food were brought, and every day that there little black impet used to come mornings and evenings. And all the day the girl sat trying to think of names to say to it when it came at night. But she never hit on the right one. And as it got towards the end of the month, the impet began to look so maliceful, and that twirled that's tail faster and faster each time she gave a guess.

      At last it came to the last day but one. The impet came at night along with the five skeins, and that said,

      “What, ain't you got my name yet?”

      “Is that Nicodemus?” says she.

      “Noo, t'ain't,” that says.

      “Is that Sammle?” says she.

      “Noo, t'ain't,” that says.

      “A-well, is that Methusalem?” says she.

      “Noo, t'ain't that neither,” that says.

      Then that looks at her with that's eyes like a coal o' fire, and that says: “Woman, there's only to-morrow night, and then you'll be mine!” And away it flew.

      Well, she felt that horrid. However, she heard the king coming along the passage. In he came, and when he sees the five skeins, he says, says he,

      “Well, my dear,” says he, “I don't see but what you'll have your skeins ready to-morrow night as well, and as I reckon I shan't have to kill you, I'll have supper in here to-night.” So they brought supper, and another stool for him, and down the two sat.

      Well, he hadn't eaten but a mouthful or so, when he stops and begins to laugh.

      “What is it?” says she.

      “A-why,” says he, “I was out a-hunting to-day, and I got away to a place in the wood I'd never seen before And there was an old chalk-pit. And I heard a kind of a sort of a humming. So I got off my hobby, and I went right quiet to the pit, and I looked down. Well, what should there be but the funniest little black thing you ever set eyes on. And what was that doing, but that had a little spinning-wheel, and that was spinning wonderful fast, and twirling that's tail. And as that span that sang:

      “Nimmy nimmy not

      My name's Tom Tit Tot.”

      Well, when the girl heard this, she felt as if she could have jumped out of her skin for joy, but she didn't say a word.

      Next day that there little thing looked so maliceful when he came for the flax. And СКАЧАТЬ