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night sets himself next his master, and
as they were all about to fall on, Tom
put his spoon into the heart of the dish,
where the crowdy was hottest, and claps
a spoonful into his master's mouth. A pox
on you for a rogue, cried his master, for
my mouth is all burnt. A pox on you for
a master, says Tom, for you keep a house
as dark as Purgatory, for as I was going
to my own mouth with the soup, and miss'd
the way, it being so dark, don't think
master that I am such a big fool as to
feed you, while I have a mouth of my own.
So from that night that Tom burnt his
master's mouth with the hot crowdy, they
always got a candle to shew them light
at supper, for his master would feed no
more in the dark while Tom was present.
There was a servant girl in the house,
who always when she made the beds, ne-
glected to make Tom's, and would have
him to do it himself. Well then, says
Tom, I have harder work to do; and I
shall do that too. So next day when Tom
was at the plow, he saw his master com-
ing from the house towards him, he left
the horses and the plow standing in the
field, and goes away towards his master.
Who cried, what is wrong? or is there
any thing broke with you? No, no says
Tom, but I am going home to make my
