"That's good curd," said he.

Next day, when she put the rennet in the sheep's milk, not a bit would the curd come.
She felt it bitterly, poor woman; but she had a fine spirit, and she fed the children on a few bits of potato she had growing.
'Well, one day, the eldest daughter got up very early to spin--in the twilight of the dawn it was--and she looked out, and there was the old woman coming from her house on the hill, with a shawl over her head and a tub in her arms.

Oh, but she was a really wicked one! for I'll tell you what she did.

Well, the girl watched and wondered, and in the twilight of the dawn she saw the old woman crouch down by one of the alder bushes, and put her tub under it, and go milking with her hands; and after a bit she lifted her tub, that seemed to have something in it, and set it over against another alder bush, and went milking with her hands again.

So the girl said, "Mother, mother, wake up, and see what the neighbour woman is doing!" So the mother looked out, and there, in the twilight of the dawn, she saw her four cows in the bit of land, among the alder bushes, and the old neighbour woman milking away at a bush.