“Aye! Aye! We’re flitting, you see!”
“Ods! Hang it!” cried the poor farmer. “There is that villain Boggart again! If he’s going along with us, I shall not stir a peg. Nay! Nay! It’s no use, Molly,” said he turning to his wife. “We may as well stay here in the old house as to be tormented in the new one that is not so convenient!”
And they stayed.
OWNSELF
From Northumberland
Once upon a time there was a widow and her little boy. Their home was a small cottage in the wood. The mother worked hard from early morning until evening, and she was so tired that she liked to go to bed early. But the little boy did not like to go to bed early at all.
One evening when his mother told him to undress, he begged her, saying: “I’m not sleepy. May I sit up just this once?”
“Very well,” said she. “Sit up if you wish, but if the Fairies catch you here alone, they will surely carry you off.” Then she went to bed.