in a house, ye niver can tell what
ye mightn't use it for, an' it'll sell--ay, for a real lot. Rich? I'll
be just _rolling!_"

And on she trotted again chuckling to herself on her good luck, till
presently she glanced over her shoulder, "just to make sure it was there
still," as she said to herself.

"Eh, my!" she cried as soon as she saw it; "if it hasn't gone and turned
itself into a great stone this time! Now, how could it have known that I
was just _terrible_ wanting something to hold my door open with? Ay, if
that isn't a good change! Hinny, it's a fine thing to have such good
luck."

And, all in a hurry to see how the stone would look in its corner by her
door, she trotted off down the hill, and stopped at the foot, beside her
own little gate.

When she had unlatched it, she turned to unfasten her shawl from the
stone, which this time seemed to lie unchanged and peaceably on the path
beside her, There was still plenty of light, and she could see the stone
quite plainly as she bent her stiff back over it, to untie the shawl
end; when, all of a sudden, it seemed to give a jump and a squeal, and
grew in a moment as big as a great horse; then it threw down four lanky
legs, and shook out two long ears, flourished a tail, and went off
kicking its feet into the and laughing like a naughty mocking boy.

The old woman stared after it, till it was fairly out of sight.

"WELL!" she said at last, "I _do_ be the luckiest body hereabouts! Fancy
me seeing the Hedley Kow all to myself, and making so free with it too!
I can tell you, I _do_ feel that GRAND--"

And she went into her cottage, and sat down by the fire to think over
her good luck.

Gobborn Seer

Once there was a man Gobborn Seer, and he had a son called Jack.

One day he sent him out to sell a sheep skin, and Gobborn said, "You
must bring me back the skin and the value of it as well."

So Jack started, but he could not find any who would leave him the skin
and give him its price too. So he came home discouraged.

But Gobborn Seer said, "Never mind, you must take another turn at it
to-morrow."

So he tried again, and nobody wished to buy the skin on those terms.

When he came home his father said, "You must go and try your luck
to-morrow," and the third day it seemed as if it would be the same thing
over again. And he had half a mind not to go back at all, his father
would be so vexed. As he came to a bridge, like the Creek Road one
yonder, h