up his trade in a remote part of the kingdom, they lived many years, he
mending shoes, and she spinning thread.
Quoth the sixth boy, "I think for a king's daughter she hath spun a very
fine thread, but now for my story."
TALE VI.
A tinker in our town had but one daughter, whose name was Tib, and
because her father would not let her marry a miller's man named Jobson,
nothing would serve her but she must go and seek her fortune, so over
hills and mountains, through groves and lonesome woods she passed, till
at length she met with an old woman, who said unto Tib, "Where are you
going?" "To seek service," says Tib. "Will you live with me?" replied
the old woman; "my family is small, myself, my cat, and my dog." Tib
answered, "With all my heart." So home they went to her cottage, which
stood by the side of a grove on the bank of a pleasant river. She no
sooner entered in at the door than she beheld the shelves furnished with
abundance of earthen ware and glasses. She had not lived long with her
before Tib had committed a fault, for which the old woman was resolved
to break every bone in her skin. For that end she put her into a sack,
and having tied the mouth of the same, she went to the grove to cut a
stick; but while she was gone, Tib with a penknife opened the sack and
got out; and put the dog and cat into it, filling it up with pans,
pipkins, etc., then dragged it to the door, that the old woman might not
come in to miss them, who, on her return, thinking that Tib had rolled
thither, began to lay on like fury, when the dog howled, the cat mewed,
and the pipkins cracked; while the old woman cries out, "Ah! howl if you
will and be poxed, for before you come out of this sack I'll thrash your
bones to chaff." Now Tib stood at a distance laughing to see how busy
she was in destroying her own furniture, then fled for it, and never
after returned.
"It was well she did," replied the seventh boy, "or else the old woman
would certainly have been revenged on Tib at last. But now for my story,
which shall be the last at this meeting."
TALE VII.
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