Fallen from the tree,
That's to grow the wood,
That's to make the cradle,
That's to rock the bairn,
That's to grow to the man,
That's to lay me.
Woe's me! woe's me!"

So they took pity on the poor Brownie, and asked the nearest henwife
what they should do to send it away. "That's easy enough," said the
henwife, and told them that a Brownie that's paid for its service, in
aught that's not perishable, goes away at once. So they made a cloak
of Lincoln green, with a hood to it, and put it by the hearth and
watched. They saw the Brownie come up, and seeing the hood and cloak,
put them on, and frisk about, dancing on one leg and saying:

"I've taken your cloak, I've taken your hood;
The Cauld Lad of Hilton will do no more good."

And with that it vanished, and was never seen or heard of afterwards.



THE ASS, THE TABLE, AND THE STICK

A lad named Jack was once so unhappy at home through his father's ill-
treatment, that he made up his mind to run away and seek his fortune
in the wide world.

He ran, and he ran, till he could run no longer, and then he ran right