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a miller's, man named Jobson, nothing would serve her but she must go and seek her fortune, so over hills and mountains, through groves and lonesome woods she passed, till at length she met with an old woman, who said unto Tib, where are you going? To seek service, says Tib. Will you live with me? replied the old woman; my family is small, myself, my cat, and my dog. Tib answered, with all my heart. So home they went to her cottage, which stood by the side of a grove on the bank of a pleasant river. She no sooner entered in at the door, than she beheld the shelves furnished with abundance of earthen ware and glasses. She had not lived long with her, before Tib had committed a fault, for which the old wo- man was resolved to break every bone in her skin. For that end she put her into a sack, and having tied the mouth of the same, she went to the grove to cut a stick; but while she was gone, Tib with a penknife opened the sack and got out; and put the dog and cat into it, filling it up with pans pipkins, &c. then dragged it to the door, that the old woman might not come in to miss them, who, on her return, thinking that Tib had rowled thither, began to lay on like a fury; when the dog howled, the cat mewed, and the
