to-warts

Updated: April 30, 2025

An' as that got to-warts the ind o' the month, the impet that began for to look soo maliceful, an' that twirled that's tail faster an' faster each time she gave a guess. At last te came to the last day but one. The impet that come at night along o' the five skeins, an' that said: "What, hain't yew got my name yet?" "Is that Nicodemus?" says she. "Noo, t'ain't," that says.

- Folk Tales Every Child Should Know