That looked at her again out of the corner of That’s eyes. “I’ll give you three guesses every night to guess my name, and if you haven’t guessed it by the last night, you shall be MINE!”
The girl thought that she would be sure to guess it before the month was up, so she said:
“All right.”
“All right,” That says, and how That did twirl That’s tail!
Well, the next day, the king took her into the room, and there was the flax, and the day’s supply of victuals.
“Now, my dear,” says he, “if that ain’t spun by night, off’ll go your head.” Then he went out and locked the door behind him.
The king had no sooner gone, than a knock,—knock came at the window. There was the little black thing sitting on the window ledge. She gave him the flax and away he flew.
Well, at evening, the knocking came again at the window. The girl opened it, and there stood the little black thing with the flax on his arm, all beautifully spun.
“Here it is,” he said, as he gave it to her. “Now, what’s my name?”
“Is that Bill?” says she.