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64 calm and quiet as if he were merely playing a little game.

"Tell me, Mother Witch," said he, "are you the one who has visited our hut for three days past, and each time spirited away our dinner and the pot to cook it in?"

The little old woman broke into a cackling laugh. "Indeed, yes," said she, "and your three fine companions had not wit enough to save their dinner! One taste of their food gave me power to carry away all that they had, and I tell you, it was very pity for their stupid heads which kept me from bearing them away also, to be my slaves and water carriers! A likely tale they made up when they were ashamed to own that a little old woman had got the better of them! Band of horsemen! Ha! Ha! And it was only little me! But come, the second test, and if you fail in that, young man, as you surely will, you will die; there will be no mercy for you!" With that, she snatched from her bundle the