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pipkins cracked; while the old woman cries out, Ah! howl if you will and be pox'd; for before you come out of this sack, I'll thrash your bones to chaff.- Now Tib stood at a dissance, laughing to see how busy she was in destroying her own furniture, then fled for it, and never after returned.
It was well she did, replied the seventh boy, or else the old woman would certainly have been revenged on Tib at last. But now for my story, which shall be the last at this meeting.
TALE VII.
A young man having found a purse in which was five pounds, he made a proclamation that if any one would lay any just claim to it, to come to such a tavern, and they would have it again. To the tavern he went, where, in meat and drink, he spent a crown. At last when the young man was ready to go, the owner came and demanded the purse, which he was ready to surrender; but the owner, on knowing a crown was spent, he would not receive it, unless
