_How Poor Sarah was cheated of her Mutton Pie._
Poor Sarah on a time made a very great pie, into which she had put a
whole loin of mutton besides other things, so that it was valued worth
five or six shillings at least. This pie she sent to the common oven to
bake, which, being perceived by three or four merry blades, they
resolved, if they could possibly, to cheat her of the pie, which at last
they brought to pass on this manner. At such time as the baker used to
draw, two of them went and held poor Sarah in a tale, whilst the other
sent one of her neighbour's boys to the baker's with a pail, a napkin,
and money to pay for the baking. The baker mistrusting no knavery,
delivered the boy the pie, which was presently carried to the next
ale-house, whether inviting some more of their companions unto them, with
much mirth and laughter; and because the jest should be publicly known
they set the crier to work, who published the same in every corner of
the town.