“Ah! Ha! my little man!” cried I. “Are you not ashamed to be carrying on this way, stealing all those goods?”
“Is that thee, old Joan?” said he. “Which eye canst thou see me with?”
After winking both my eyes, I said: “’Tis plain enough that I can see you with my right eye.”
Then in a twinkling he pointed his finger at my right eye, and mumbled a spell, and I just caught the words:—
“Joan the Pry
Shall nor peep nor spy,
But shall lose
Her charmèd eye!”
Then he blew in my face, and was gone. And when I looked around, my right eye was blind. And from that day to this I have never seen a blink with my anointed eye.