Why dunna she make me good-looking, then?
They say it's sinfu' to be a witch--if so, how comes grandmother Demdike to be one?
Boh ey'n observed that those folks os caws her witch are afeard on her, so it may be pure spite o' their pert." As she thus mused, a great black cat belonging to her mother, which had followed her into the room, rubbed himself against her, putting up his back, and purring loudly.
"Ah, Tib," said the little girl, "how are ye, Tib?
Ey didna knoa ye were here.

Lemme ask ye some questions, Tib ?" The cat mewed, looked up, and fixed his great yellow eyes upon her.
"One 'ud think ye onderstud whot wos said to ye, Tib," pursued little Jennet.

"We'n see whot ye say to this! Shan ey ever be Queen o' May, like sister Alizon ?" The cat mewed in a manner that the little girl found no difficulty in interpreting the reply into "No." "How's that, Tib ?" cried Jennet, sharply.

"If ey thought ye meant it, ey'd beat ye, sirrah.

Answer me another question, ye saucy knave.