eyes. The old man, however, again complained: "Oh, woe is me! These are not my eyes; I can only see wolves." The same thing was done to the second jezinky as to the first; the water only bubbled over her.
"Will you tell me where my master's eyes are?" asked Yanechek of the third and youngest of the jezinky.
This one also led him to the cave, and selected two eyes out of the heap. But when they were put into the old man's head he again complained that they were not his eyes, saying, "I can only see pikes."
Yanechek seeing that the girl had cheated him, wanted to drown her also, but the jezinky burst out crying, and said,—
"Do not drown me, Yanechek; do not drown me, and I will give you your master's real eyes." And she selected them from the very bottom of the heap of eyes.
When Yanechek had put them into his master's head, the old man cried joyfully,—
"These are my eyes! Thank heaven! now I can see well."
Henceforth Yanechek and his old master lived together happily. Yanechek attended to the goats, and the old man made cheese from their milk, of which they both partook. From that day the youngest jezinky has never shown herself on the hill.
