with their long and hairy paws. In fact, they were up to all kinds of
mischief; and Dame Goody knew that she had got into a house of pixies.
But she said nothing to nobody, and as soon as the lady was well
enough to mind the baby, she asked the old fellow to take her back
home. So he came round to the door with the coal-black horse with eyes
of fire, and off they went as fast as before, or perhaps a little
faster, till they came to Dame Goody's cottage, where the squinny-eyed
old fellow lifted her down and left her, thanking her civilly enough,
and paying her more than she had ever been paid before for such
service.

Now next day happened to be market-day, and as Dame Goody had been
away from home, she wanted many things in the house, and trudged off
to get them at the market. As she was buying the things she wanted,
who should she see but the squinny-eyed old fellow who had taken her
on the coal-black horse. And what do you think he was doing? Why he
went about from stall to stall taking up things from each, here some
fruit, and there some eggs, and so on; and no one seemed to take any
notice.

Now Dame Goody did not think it her business to interfere, but she
thought she ought not to let so good a customer pass without speaking.
So she ups to him and bobs a curtsey and said: "Gooden, sir, I hopes
as how your good lady and the little one are as well as----"

But she couldn't finish what she was a-saying, for the funny old
fellow started back in surprise, and he says to her, says he: "What!
do you see me today?"

"See you," says she, "why, of course I do, as plain as the sun in the