“I think that is a nice story,” said Sweetest Susan.
“I’m glad you do,” remarked Mr. Thimblefinger. “My mother knew all the facts in the case, and I’ve heard her tell it many a time. I may have left out some of the happenings, but these and many others you can supply for yourself.”
XIV.
THE WITCH OF THE WELL.
While Mr. Thimblefinger was telling the story of the Strawberry-Girl, Chickamy Crany Crow and Tickle-My-Toes had drawn near to listen. Chickamy Crany Crow stood near Mrs. Meadows, and seemed to be very much interested. When Mr. Thimblefinger had concluded, she would have gone away, but Mrs. Meadows detained her.
“No,” said Mrs. Meadows, as Chickamy Crany Crow tried to pull her hand away; “you must stay right here and tell the children the story of the Witch of the Well.”
“They know it already,” said Chickamy Crany Crow, trying to hide behind Mrs. Meadows’s chair.
“No, we don’t,” exclaimed Buster John. “We know the old rhyme about