as ready, watching the
spit. Kitty wished she could see him looking as well and cheerful as in
old days, though she felt naturally proud that her husband should always
be dressed like a gentleman, namely, in a blue coat, red waistcoat, and
top-boots.

He and Kitty could never agree as to what should be done with the rest
of the money; in fact, no one would have known them for the same people;
they quarrelled almost every day, and lost nearly all their love for one
another. Kitty often cried herself to sleep--a thing she had never done
when they were poor; she thought it was very strange that she should be
a lady, and yet not be happy. Every morning when the woodman was sober
they invented new plans for making themselves happy, yet, strange to
say, none of them succeeded, and matters grew worse and worse. At last
Kitty thought she should be happy if she had a coach; so she went to the
place where the knapsack was buried, and began to dig; but the garden
was so trodden down that she could not dig deep enough, and soon got
tired of trying. At last she called the servant, and told her the secret
as to where the money was, promising her a gold piece if she could dig
it up. The servant dug with all her strength, and with a great deal of
trouble they got the knapsack up, and Kitty found that not many gold
pieces were left. However, she resolved to have the coach, so she took
them and went to the town, where she bought a yellow chariot, with a
most beautiful coat of arms upon it, and two cream-colored horses to
draw it.

In the meantime the maid ran to the magistrates, and told them she had
discovered something very dreadful, which was, that her mistress had
nothing to do but dig in the ground and that she could make money
come--coined money: "which," said the maid, "is a very terrible thing,
and it proves that she must be a witch."

The mayor and aldermen were very much shocked, for witches were commonly
believed in in those days; and when they heard that Kitty had dug up
money that very morning, and bought a yellow coach with it, they decided
that the matter must be investigated.

When Kitty drove up to her own door, she saw the mayor and aldermen
standing in the kitchen waiting for her. She demanded what they wanted,
and they said they were come in the king's name to search the house.

Kitty immediately ran up-stairs and took the baby out of his cradle,
lest any of them should steal him, which, of course, seemed a very