Again she turned to look at her treasure, and as soon as she set eyes on
it she cried out in astonishment. "Oh, my!" said she; "now it's a lump
o' iron! Well, that beats all; and it's just real convenient! I can sell
it as _easy_ as _easy_, and get a lot o' penny pieces for it. Ay, hinny,
an' it's much handier than a lot o' yer gold and silver as 'd have kept
me from sleeping o' nights thinking the neighbours were robbing me--an'
it's a real good thing to have by you in a house, ye niver can tell what
ye mightn't use it for, an' it'll sell--ay, for a real lot. Rich? I'll
be just _rolling!_"
And on she trotted again chuckling to herself on her good luck, till
presently she glanced over her shoulder, "just to make sure it was there
still," as she said to herself.
"Eh, my!" she cried as soon as she saw it; "if it hasn't gone and turned
itself into a great stone this time! Now, how could it have known that I
was just _terrible_ wanting something to hold my door open with? Ay, if
that isn't a good change! Hinny, it's a fine thing to have such good
luck.
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