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I can call up the devil!

My grandam could do that before I was born!

Liar! What I can do, that no one else can. I one day conjured him into a nut. It was worm-bored, you see!

[Laughing.]

Ay, that's easily guessed!

He cursed, and he wept, and he wanted to bribe me With all sorts of things

But he had to go in?

Of course. I stopped up the hole with a peg. Hei! If you'd heard him rumbling and grumbling!

Only think!

It was just like a humble-bee buzzing.

Have you got him still in the nut?

Why, no; By this time that devil has flown on his way. The grudge the smith bears me is all his doing.