Eli put this brandis in the middle of the kitchen on the stone floor.
"Now bring the crock," crooned Betsey, and Eli brought the crock and placed it on the brandis.
"Put in the broth," commanded Betsey, and Eli obeyed her. I thought he grew smaller and uglier as he did her bidding, while his eyes grew larger and shone with a more unearthly light than ever.
"What time es et?" asked Betsey.
"Elev'n a'clock."
"In twenty minuits the moon 'll be vull," muttered the old dame.
Betsey made nine circles around the brandis, then she made nine passes over the crock, and all the time she munched and munched with her toothless jaws. Presently she began to repeat words, which to me had no meaning,
"A first born son, a first born son,
Is this young Jasper Pennington,
And he is here on a moonlit night