cried out. _"Aye, aye, Georgey, we're flittin ye see!"_
"Ods, alive!" cried the farmer, "if I'd known thou would flit too, I'd
not have stirred a peg!"
And with that, he turned about to his wife, and told her they might as
well stay in the old house, as be bothered by the Boggart in a new one.
So stay they did.
THE END
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 33: From _Fairy-Gold_, a book of old English Fairy Tales.
Chosen by Ernest Rhys.]