‘I must hasten on to the bal now, my dear. You can stay here or go back to Mammie Trebisken, jest as thee hast a mind to.’
‘Yes,’ she said, with a start.
He glanced over his shoulder as he turned to go on his way, and, to his consternation, saw her put the Pail to her feet, and begin to speak in the same flute-like voice she had spoken to the Lark, the Pool, and the Hare, and the words were spoken to herself!
‘Ninnie-Dinnie, give me thyself! Ninnie-Dinnie, give me thyself!’ and the next minute he saw the little figure disappear into the Pail, which started at a rapid speed down towards his cottage.
He was too upset to go on to Ding Ding after that, and trembling like an aspen leaf, he followed in the track of the Pail; but whether he was Piskey-led, or what, he could not get home until dark, and when he got there, he found his wife sitting alone.
Three or four hours after Tom and Ninnie-Dinnie had left, Joan heard a little noise outside the cottage, so she told her husband when she related to him this strange story, and, looking up, saw, to her unspeakable amazement, the Pail a-walking down the road all by itself, as if it had legs, to the step of her door; and in another moment it had crossed the threshold and come to the fireplace where she was sitting gazing with all the eyes in her head at it coming! When it reached her feet it stopped, and looking into it she saw a very tiny Ninnie-Dinnie looking up at her with eyes full of love and pleading.
‘Please, Mammie Trebisken, give me back myself!’ she piped. ‘Please, Mammie Trebisken, give me back myself!’ and Joan took up the Pail in her crooked hands, and turning it over on its side, she cried:
‘Ninnie-Dinnie, I give thee back thyself; an’ come out of the Pail at once!’ And Ninnie-Dinnie came out and stood before her, looking just as she had looked when she set out with Tom in the dawn. ‘Whatever did ’ee let the Pail get hold of ’ee for?’ asked Joan, when the child set the Pail in its place.
‘Because you asked me to bring me back myself,’ she said. ‘And now I will sit at your feet and kiss your dear hands straight.’
Ninnie-Dinnie was very quiet the rest of the day, and when it drew towards evening and Tom’s return, she asked if she might bring the costan to the hearthplace, as she felt so tired and sleepy.