Alice._--One of your old-world stories, Uncle John, Such as you tell us by the winter fire,
Till we all wonder it has grown so late.
_Uncle John._--The story of the witch that ground to death Two children in her mill, or will you have
The tale of Goody Cutpurse?
_Alice._-- Nay, now, nay;
Those stories are too childish, Uncle John,
Too childish even for little Willy here,
And I am older, two good years, than he;
No, let us have a tale of elves that ride,
By night, with jingling reins, or gnomes of the mine, Or water-fairies, such as you know how
To spin, till Willy's eyes forget to wink,
And good Aunt Mary, busy as she is,
Lays down her knitting.