Oh, it was terrible knotted, and knotted just like anything! So then of course we knew.' 'Knew what ?' 'Why, that the milk was bewitched.

We took the rope away.

Well, that very day more butter came at the churning, and from that time on, more, but still not so much as ought by rights to have come.

Then, one day, I thought to unknot the rope, and I undid, and undid, and undid.

Well, when I had got it undone, that day the butter came as it should!' 'But what about the sacrament ?' asked he.
'That was the time of the year it was.