So they went on for a bit, and then, one day, Jan said to his wife, “Wife can you bake-y?”

“Oh, yes, Jan, I can bake-y.  Mother used to bake-y when I lived home.”

So he bought everything for his wife so that she could bake bread.  All went well for a bit, till one day, she thought she would bake white bread for a treat for Jan.  So she carried her meal to the top of a high hill, and let the wind blow on it, for she thought to herself that the wind would blow out all the bran.  But the wind blew away meal and bran and all—­so there was an end of it.

When Jan came home, she up and told him what she had done, and he said, “Oh, well, there, never mind, my dear, better luck next time.”

So they went on for a bit, and then, one day, Jan said to his wife, “Wife can you brew-y?”

“Oh, yes, Jan, I can brew-y.  Mother used to brew-y when I lived home.”

So he bought everything proper for his wife to brew ale with.  All went well for a bit, till one day when she had brewed her ale and put it in the barrel, a big black dog came in and looked up in her face.  She drove him out of the house, but he stayed outside the door and still looked up in her face.  And she got so angry that she pulled out the plug of the barrel, threw it at the dog, and said, “What dost look at me for?  I be Jan’s wife.”  Then the dog ran down the road, and she ran after him to chase him right away.  When she came back again, she found that the ale had all run out of the barrel, and so there was an end of it.

When Jan came home, she up and told him what she had done, and he said, “Oh well, there, never mind, my dear, better luck next time.”

So they went on for a bit, and then, one day, she thought to herself, “’T is time to clean up my house.”  When she was taking down her big bed she found a bag of groats on the tester.  So when Jan came home, she up and said to him, “Jan, what is that bag of groats on the tester for?”

“That is for Hereafterthis, my dear.”

Now, there was a robber outside the window, and he heard what Jan said.  Next day, he waited till Jan had gone to market, and then he came and knocked at the door.  “What do you please to want?” said Mally.

“I am Hereafterthis,” said the robber, “I have come for the bag of groats.”

Now the robber was dressed like a fine gentleman, so she thought to herself it was very kind of so fine a man to come for the bag of groats, so she ran upstairs and fetched the bag of groats, and gave it to the robber and he went away with it.

When Jan came home, she said to him, “Jan, Hereafterthis has been for the bag of groats.”

“What do you mean, wife?” said Jan.