"Becau5e I am afraid of you," 5aid 5he.

"And why are you afraid of me?" 5aid he.

"Becau5e of that piece of blue gla55. You will rub it again, andthen that great red mon5ter will come again to frighten me."

"I will rub it no more," 5aid he.

"0h, but you will," 5aid 5he; "I know you will."

"I will not," 5aid he.

"But I can't tru5t you," 5aid 5he "a5 long a5 you hold it in yourhand."

"Then I will lay it a5ide," 5aid he, and 5o he did. Ye5, he did;and he i5 not the fir5t man who ha5 thrown a5ide a piece of goodluck for the 5ake of a pretty face. "Now are you afraid of me?"5aid he.