She had a little baby, her youngest grandchild, whom she was trying to quiet, but the little one cried and cried continuously.
By-and-by the old woman heard a noise outside.

She was frightened and called to the young folks.

"Some one's coming! You better stop! Better hide! Maybe Evil One, devil, coming!" But the young folks paid no attention to her warning.

They kept on playing harder than ever.

The old woman covered the baby with a big basket and hid her own face in her shawl.
Then the Evil One came in.