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An' then he went out an' locked the door. He'd hardly goon, when there was a knockin' agin the winder. She upped and she oped it, and there sure enough was the little oo'd thing a settin' on the ledge. "Where's the flax?" says he. "Here te be," says she. And she gonned it to him. Well, come the evenin', a knockin' come agin to the winder.
She upped an' she oped it, and there were the little oo'd thing, with five skeins of flax on his arm. "Here te be," says he, an' he gonned it to her. "Now, what's my name?" says he. "What, is that Bill?" says she. "Noo, that ain't," says he. An' he twirled his tail. "Is that Ned?" says she. "Noo, that ain't," says he. An' he twirled his tail. "Well, is that Mark?" says she.
Next day, that there little thing looked soo maliceful when he come for the flax. An' when night came, she heerd that a-knockin' agin the winder panes. She oped the winder, an' that come right in on the ledge. That were grinnin' from are to are, an' Oo! tha's tail were twirlin' round so fast. "What's my name?" that says, as that gonned her the skeins.
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