had need to be more than lithe and lissom, and he must fly about faster than a bladder or a bird's wing.
"Well, well, it was all no good, however bad it might be," said Osborn Boots. He would go to the king's grange and serve the king, for no lesser man would he serve, and he would soon keep the hares. They couldn't well be worse than the goat and calf at home. So Boots threw his scrip on his shoulder, and down the hill he toddled.
So when he had gone far, and farther than far, and had begun to get right down hungry, he too came to the old wife, who stood with her nose fast in the log, who tugged, and tore, and tried to get loose.
"Good-day, grandmother," said Boots. "Are you standing there whetting your nose, poor old cripple that you are?"
"Now, not a soul has called me 'mother' for hundreds of years," said the old wife. "Do come and help me to get free, and give me something to live on; for I haven't had meat in my mouth all that time. See if I don't do you a motherly turn afterwards."
Yes; he thought she might well ask for a bit of food and a drop of drink.
So he cleft the log for her, that she might get her nose out of the split, and sat down to eat and drink with her; and as the old wife had a good appetite, you may fancy she got the lion's share of the meal.
When they were done, she gave Boots a pipe, which was in this wise: when he blew into one end of it, anything that he wished away was scattered to the four winds, and when he blew into the other, all things gathered themselves together again; and if the
