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brother!’ said Spare. ‘I hope you will drink that toast, and may we never have a worse fire on Christmas—but what is that?’

“Spare set down the drinking horn, and the brothers listened astonished, for out of the blazing root they heard, ‘Cuckoo! cuckoo!’ as plain as ever the spring-bird’s voice came over the moor on a May morning.

“‘It is something bad,’ said Scrub, terribly frightened.

“‘May be not,’ said Spare; and out of the deep hole at the side which the fire had not reached flew a large grey cuckoo, and lit on the table before them. Much as the cobblers had been surprised, they were still more so when it said—

“‘Good gentlemen, what season is this?’

“‘It’s Christmas,’ said Spare.

“‘Then a merry Christmas to you!’ said the cuckoo. ‘I went to sleep in the hollow of that old root one evening last summer, and never woke till the heat of your fire made me think it was summer again; but now since you have burned my lodging, let me stay in your hut till the spring comes round—I only want a hole to sleep in, and when I go on my travels next summer be assured I will bring you some present for your trouble.’

“‘Stay, and welcome,’ said Spare, while Scrub sat