12 English Fairy Tales every day that there little black impet used to come morn- ings and evenings. And all the day the girl sat trying to think of names to say to it when it came at night. But she never hit on the right one. And as it got towards the end of the month, the impet began to look so maliceful, and that twirled that’s tail faster and faster each time she gave a guess. At last it came to the last day but one. The impet came at night along with the five skeins, and that said, “What, ain’t you got my name yet?” “Is that Nicodemus?” says she. “Noo, t’ain’t,” that says. “Is that Sammle?” says she. “Noo, t’ain’t,” that says. “A-well, is that Methusalem?” says she. “Noo, t’ain’t that neither,” that says. Then that looks at her with that’s eyes like a coal o’ fire, and that says: “Woman, there’s only to-morrow night, and then you’ll be mine!” And away it flew. Well, she felt that horrid. However, she heard the king coming along the passage. In he came, and when he sees the five skeins, he says, says he, “Well, my dear,” says he, “I don’t see but what you’ll have your skeins ready to-morrow night as well, and as I reckon I shan’t have to kill you, I’ll have supper in here to-night.” So they brought supper, and another stool for him, and down the two sat. Well, he hadn’t eaten but a mouthful or so, when he stops and begins to laugh. “What is it?” says she. “A-why,” says he, “I was out a-hunting to-day, and I got away to a place in the wood I’d never seen before And there was an old chalk-pit. And I heard a kind of a sort of a hum- ming. So I got off my hobby, and I went right quiet to the pit, and I looked down. Well, what should there be but the funniest little black thing you ever set eyes on. And what was that doing, but that had a little spinning-wheel, and that was spinning wonderful fast, and twirling that’s tail. And as that span that sang: “Nimmy nimmy not My name’s Tom Tit Tot.”