“With the parings of the finger-nails which Christians cut on the Sunday.”
Our man with difficulty, with great difficulty, kept from showing himself, through his joy and delight. As soon as the day appeared all the witches went off to their homes, and our man too went off to his. He was no more sad. He waited till the day arrived, and went to the cross-roads. This gentleman was already there, come with a lot of devils, thinking that he would be for hell. He asks him:
“You know what the devil makes his chalice of?”
“I do not know, but I will try. With the parings of the finger-nails which Christians cut on Sundays?”
As soon as he heard that, the devil goes off with all the others in fire and flame to the bottom of hell. Our man went off home, and lived a long time with his wife and daughter. If they had lived well, they would have died well too.
The Changeling.
Like many others in the world, there was a gentleman and lady. They were very well off, but they could not keep any of their children. They had had ever so many, and all died. The lady was again in a hopeful condition. At the beginning of the night she was confined of a fine boy.
Two young men heard this news, and they said to each other:
“We ought to have a feast; we must steal a sheep out of this house. They will not pay attention to us with all their bustle and their joy.”