The kitchen was full, and looking through a door he saw a lot more of fine ladies and gentlemen; they were laughing and having great fun, running round the table setting out cups and saucers, just as if they were having a ball.

Just then a big side-board fell over with a great crash, and all the fine people scampered away, and all was dark.

So he turned away on his heel and was so frightened, his mother said, he could hardly get home from fear, and he had three whole miles to go.

Next day he was thrashing corn in the barn and something upset him and pitched him head foremost across the flail.

He rose, and three times he was pitched like that across the flail, so he gave up and went home.