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The Witch. trees in the Lesjewood, but I have never seen such a big porridge stick in such a little porridge pot as that on Joramo.' " When the woman saw and heard this, she knew well enough it was a changeling, and when she came in, he crawled back into the cradk like a worm. She then began to be hard on him, and on the Thursday evening she took him out behind the cowhouse and gave him a sound thrashing. She thought she heard some one whining and crying near her. The second Thursday night she served him

in the same way, but when she thought he had had enough, she