"Just my own self too!" said the fairy-child again.
"Then if ye did it your own self," cried the elf-mother shrilly, "what's
the use o' making all this fash about it?"--and with that she
stretched out a long thin arm, and caught the creature by its ear, and,
shaking it roughly, pulled it after her, out of sight up the chimney.
The little boy lay awake a long time, listening, in case the
fairy-mother should come back after all; and next evening after supper,
his mother was surprised to find that he was willing to go to bed
whenever she liked.
"He's taking a turn for the better at last!" she said to herself; but he
was thinking just then that, when next a fairy came to play with him, he
might not get off quite so easily as he had done this time.
Black Bull of Norroway
In Norroway, long time ago, there lived a certain lady, and she had
three daughters: The oldest of them said to her mother: "Mother, bake me
a bannock, and roast me a collop, for I'm going away to seek my
fortune.
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