“What, ain’t you guessed my name yet?”
“Is that Nicodemas?” says she.
“Noo, that ain’t,” That says.
“Is that Samuel?”
“Noo, not that neither.” Then That looked at her with That’s eyes like coals of fire, and That says:
“Woman, there’s only tomorrow night, and THEN YOU’LL BE MINE!” And away That flew.
Well, the girl she felt that bad. However, she heard the king coming along the passage. In he came, and when he saw the five skeins, he said:
“My dear, I don’t see but you’ll have your skeins ready tomorrow night as well, so I reckon I shall not have to kill you, and I’ll have supper in here tonight.”
So they brought the supper in, and the two sat down to the table.
Well, he had eaten but a mouthful, when he began to laugh.