Trot, trot old woman,
I am in the stomach
Of the Grand Bimerlue).”
Hearing these sounds issuing from her basket she hurried home and cut open the stomach of the bull, from whence emerged “P’tit Jean” none the worse for his adventure. He ran home to his mother, who had begun to think that she would never see him again.—From Mrs. Charles Marquand.
[97] From Mrs. Savidan.
[98] From Miss E. Chepmell, of St. Sampson’s.
[99] From Mrs. Murton.
The Invasion of Guernsey by the Fairies.
“Welcome lady! to the cell,
Where the blameless Pixies dwell,