Folk- Lore of the Wye Valley. 179
" ' So she was ; we hadn't no bread last week, but bor- rowed from neighbours, and when I met you, she was baking a batch o' bread to repay the neighbours with,' says the lad.
" ' And about your sister, who you said was crying over the fun she had at Whitsuntide,' asks the landlord.
" * So she was,' says the lad. ' She had saved some money, and at Whitsuntide she spent it all, and she was crying over that when you met me.'
" ' And about your brother's hunting,' asks the landlord.
" ' What I said was true,' says the lad. ' When we met, my brother, was under an oak-tree hunting fleas, and all he killed he left behind, and all he did not kill he brought home alive,'
" So the landlord he gave a receipt for the six months' rent that was due."