[[N,NAR]]Now there once lived a certain Housewife who had a sharp eye to her own interests in temporal matters, and gave alms of what she had no use for, for the good of her soul. One day a Hillman knocked at her door. [[H,HIL]] "Can you lend us a saucepan, good Mother?" [[N,NAR]] said he. [[N,HIL]] "There's a wedding in the hill, [[S,HIL]] and all the pots are in use." [[N,NAR]] At supper-time the maid filled the pan with milk, and set it on the fire for the children's supper. But in a few minutes the milk was so burnt and smoked that no one could touch it, and even the pigs refused the wash into which it was thrown. [[A,HOU]] "Ah! Good-for-nothing hussy!" [[N,NAR]] cried the Housewife, [[N,NAR]] as she refilled the pan herself. [[N,NAR]] After a thorough cleaning, the saucepan was once more filled and set on the fire, but with no better success. The milk was hopelessly spoilt, and the housewife shed tears of vexation at the waste, crying, [[AS,HOU]] "Never before did such a thing befall me since I kept house! Three quarts of new milk burnt for one meal!" [[AHS,CHI]] "And that's sixpence," [[N,NAR]] cried the voice from the chimney. [[AH,CHI]] "You didn't save the tinkering after all Mother!" [[N,NAR]] With which the Hillman himself came tumbling down the chimney, and went off laughing through the door. But thensforward the saucepan was as good as any other.