Who will be luckiest, Alizon or me ?" This time the cat darted away from her, and made two or three skirmishes round the room, as if gone suddenly mad.
"Ey con may nowt o' that," observed Jennet, laughing.
All at once the cat bounded upon the chimney board, over which was placed a sampler, worked with the name "ALIZON." "Why Tib really seems to onderstond me, ey declare," observed Jennet, uneasily.

"Ey should like to ask him a few more questions, if ey durst," she added, regarding with some distrust the animal, who now returned, and began rubbing against her as before.

"Tib--Tib!" The cat looked up, and mewed.
"Protty Tib--sweet Tib," continued the little girl, coaxingly.

"Whot mun one do to be a witch like grandmother Demdike ?" The cat again dashed twice or thrice madly round the room, and then stopping suddenly at the hearth, sprang up the chimney.
"Ey'n frightened ye away ot onny rate," observed Jennet, laughing.

"And yet it may mean summot," she added, reflecting a little, "fo ey'n heerd say os how witches fly up chimleys o' broomsticks to attend their sabbaths.