“Let’s be going to fetch him,” says she. “And he’ll never be left in the house by his lone from this out.”
The two went down to the neighbour’s house, and sure enough the child was in it asleep by the fire.
The man had to carry him home, for herself was exhausted with fright.
“Maybe the Good People are gone up to remove what they left in the cradle,” says she.
But when they went into the kitchen wasn’t the old corpse in it yet.
“We be to bury yon article,” says herself. But the man allowed there was no need to be treating the like the same as a right thing.
“Throw it in on the back of the fire,” says he.
Herself was in dread to lay her hand on the likeness of the child. So the man lifted it out of the cradle and threw it down on the fire. And it blazed away up the chimney for a second’s time and departed in a puff of smoke.