"The pan must be dirty," muttered the woman, who was very much vexed. "Two full quarts of milk have been wasted."
"And that's fourpence!" added the queer little voice from the chimney.
The saucepan was scoured; then it was filled with milk the third time and set over the fire. Again the milk boiled over and was spoiled.
Now the housewife was quite vexed. "I have never had anything like this to happen since I first kept house," she exclaimed. "Three quarts of milk wasted!"
"And that's sixpence," cried the queer little voice from the chimney. "You didn't save the tinkering after all, mother!"
With that the Hillman himself came tumbling from the chimney and ran off laughing. But from that time, the saucepan was as good as any other.
—JULIANA H. EWING.
