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ry fine," ses Mrs. Prince. "Being as I was passing, I just thought I'd look in," ses Joe Barlcomb, eyeing the cats. "Take a chair," ses Mrs. Prince, getting up and dusting one down with 'er apron. Joe sat down. "I'm in a bit o' trouble, ma'am," he ses, "and I thought p'r'aps as you could help me out of it. My pore pig's been bewitched, and it's dead." "Bewitched?" ses Mrs. Prince, who'd 'eard of 'is ideas. "Rubbish. Don't talk to me." "It ain't rubbish, ma'am," ses Joe Barlcomb; "three o' my children is down with the measles, my wife's broke 'er leg, 'er mother is laid up in my little place with the yellow jaundice, and the pig's dead." "Wot, another one?" ses Mrs. Prince. "No; the same one," ses Joe. "Well, 'ow am I to help you?" ses Mrs. Prince. "Do you want me to come and nurse 'em?" "No, no," ses Joe, starting and turning pale; "unless you'd like to come and nurse my wife's mother," he ses, arter thinking a bit. "I was hoping that you'd know who'd been overlooking me and that you'd make 'em take the spell off." Mrs. Prince got up from 'er chair and looked round for the broom she'd been sweeping with, but, not finding it, she set down agin and stared in a curious sort o' way at Joe Barlcomb. "Oh, I see," she ses, nodding. "Fancy you guessing I was a witch." "You can't deceive me," ses Joe; "I've 'ad too much experience; I knew it the fust time I saw you by the mole on your nose." Mrs. Prince got up and went into her back-place, trying her 'ardest to remember wot she'd done with that broom. She couldn't find it anywhere, and at last she came back and sat staring at Joe for so long that 'e was 'arf frightened out of his life. And by-and-by she gave a 'orrible smile and sat rubbing the side of 'er nose with 'er finger. "If I help you," she ses at last, "will you promise to keep it a dead secret and do exactly as I tell you? If you don't, dead pigs'll be nothing to the misfortunes that you will 'ave." "I will," ses Joe Barlcomb, very pale. "The spell," ses Mrs. Prince, holding up her 'ands and shutting 'er eyes, "was put upon you by a man. It is one out of six men as is jealous of you because you're so clever, but which one it is I can't tell without your assistance. Have you got any money?" "A little," ses Joe, anxious-like-- "a very little. Wot with the yellow jaundice and other things, I----" "Fust thing to do," ses Mrs. Prince, still with her eyes shut, "you go
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