"Go on," she cried, excitedly.
"The girl was loosed easily enough after that; but she was found to be in a swoon; and not the least bruised, though ten villagers had been pulling at her one after another." "And what became of her afterward ?" "She lived to be ninety-six, and died in my time.

I think she had money left her.

But she never married; and when she was old she wandered about the lanes, muttering, and frightening little boys, myself among the number.

But now my little story follows another actor of the tale." "Oh, I'm so glad it is not over." "No.

The parson took the candle away, and it was never seen again.