he sort. Didn’t her whole morning’s work go to loss for no yield
come on the churn.
She was not very great with her neighbours, and the first time she chanced for to speak of what happened that day was 杭州水磨拉丝会所 next time she seen her 杭州洗浴按摩全套服务 own mother.
The old woman says: “If you have one of them three lads impeached for taking the yield from the churn, let you write his name backwards on a small slip of paper and burn it in a shovel over the fire.”
“What good’ll that be?” asks the daughter.
“It will be the means of restoring the butter was lifted away,” says the mother.
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But she brought out the paper and ink for to write down the name of the lad she impeached. She set it down backwards and burnt it over the fire.
“Now,” says the mother, “go out to the churn.”
What did she find only five pounds of butter sitting within on the dry wood!
XXV THE GANKEYNOGUE IN THE OAK CHEST
There was once a man of these parts and he had a great longing for to find a treasure.
It chanced one evening that he seen a gankeynogue in the field, sitting in under a bush, and he says:
“Yon lad will surely be worth a powerful weight of gold.”
With that he went over and caught a hold of the gankey.
“Let you discover a treasure,” says he, “or else I’ll keep you like a dog on a chain from this out.”
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“Let you not let on to be miserable,” says the man, “for well I know it’s great wealth you enjoy.”
“Is it me!” says the gankeynogue. “Sure I support a lengthy family entirely by my own industry.”
But the farmer would not believe a word of the sort. He carried the gankey to his house and put him into a big oak chest.
“You’ll never get out except for to show me where treasure is lodged,” he 杭州有红灯一条街在哪里allows.
But the gankeynogue wasn’t in notion of giving the least information. He sat up in the oak chest, hammering, shouting and singing until he had the people’s heads light.
All the while the farmer was determined to get the better of him and he never agreed to let him go.
The lad was his tenth day in the chest when the man of the house came running in that evening, shouting at the top of his voice:
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With that the gankey began the most woeful lamentations, and he hammering like mad to get out of the chest.
“What ails you at all?” asks the farmer. 
“My wife and family are in that place,” says the gankey. “Let me away to bring them safe from the fire.”
“Will you show me a treasure?” asks the man. “Aye surely!” says the gankeynogue. “But let’s go first to Darragh fort to 杭州桑拿按摩网 save my weak family, and then I’ll bestow the treasure.”
So the two started off for Darragh fort, and it not on fire at all—that was a story the man was after inventing for to scare the gankeynogue.
When they land