Well, he was bothered with it; he could not see
how all this had come about.
Next morning his wife went out to the shed, and see! Diamond was for all
the world as wisht a looking creature as Facey--nothing but a bag of
bones, all the flesh gone, and half a rick of wood was gone too; but the
fireplace was piled up three feet high with white wood-ashes. The farmer
determined to watch the third night; so he hid in a closet which opened
out of the parlour, and he left the door just ajar, that he might see
what passed.
Tick, tick, went the clock, and the farmer was nearly tired of waiting;
he had to bite his little finger to keep himself awake, when suddenly
the door of his house flew open, and in rushed maybe a thousand pixies,
laughing and dancing and dragging at Beauty's halter till they had
brought the cow into the middle of the room. The farmer really thought
he should have died with fright, and so perhaps he would had not
curiosity kept him alive.
Tick, tick, went the clock, but he did not hear it now.
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