"Noo, that ain't," says he, and he twirled his tail harder, and away
he flew.

Well, when her husband came in, there were the five skeins ready for
him. "I see I shan't have to kill you to-night, my dear," says he;
"you'll have your food and your flax in the morning," says he, and
away he goes.

Well, every day the flax and the food were brought, and every day that
there little black impet used to come mornings and evenings. And all
the day the girl sat trying to think of names to say to it when it
came at night. But she never hit on the right one. And as it got
towards the end of the month, the impet began to look so maliceful,
and that twirled that's tail faster and faster each time she gave a
guess.

At last it came to the last day but one. The impet came at night along
with the five skeins, and that said,

"What, ain't you got my name yet?"

"Is that Nicodemus?" says she.

"Noo, t'ain't," that says.

"Is that Sammle?" says she.

"Noo, t'ain't," that says.