for home. But Kitty wouldn't let him go. What was he to do with her? He was absolutely at a loss what to do, for she was clinging on to him behind.
He went to the pond, thinking he'd be able to throw her in. He tried to do it, but she clasped him round the neck and he couldn't manage it. So off he went to Hell with her. But the people of Hell made an outcry against her and wouldn't let her stay at any price.
"Hang it all!" says Old Nick, "I can't go all round the world with her."
At last he met a shepherd: "I say, shepherd," says he, "would you like this maiden here?"
"A nice maiden that is, the ugly old spinster! Keep her for yourself. You can pickle her."
Now, when the devil saw that he was going to fail again, he promised the shepherd a heap of money, only to rid himself of the hideous old crone. But the shepherd refused.
"I'll make it so much," says Old Nick.
"Well, if you will, I agree."
Now, the shepherd was a good-looking fellow, and Kitty was easily persuaded to stay
