254 THE GOLD OF FAIRNILEE.

 

other awful bogle, should get her: and in the
dancing shadows of the firelight she would
think she saw Whuppity Stoorie, the wicked
-old witch with the spinning-wheel; but it was

 

really nothing but the shadow of the wheel
that the old nurse drove with her foot—bivr,
birr—and that whirred and rattled as she span
and told her tale. For people span their cloth