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Well, they began to wonder upstairs how it was that she was so long drawing the beer , and her mother went down to see after her , and she found her sitting on the settle crying , and the beer running over the floor . ‘Why, whatever is the matter ?’ said her mother. ‘Oh, mother!’ says she, ‘look at that horrid mallet ! Suppose we was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down to the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!’

Well, they began to wonder upstairs how it was that she was so long drawing the beer, and her mother went down to see after her, and she found her sitting on the settle crying, and the beer running over the floor. ‘Why, whatever is the matter?’ said her mother. ‘Oh, mother!’ says she, ‘look at that horrid mallet! Suppose we was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down to the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!’

‘Dear, dear! what a dreadful thing it would be !’ said the mother, and she sat down aside of the daughter and started a-crying, too . Then after a bit the father began to wonder that they didn’t come back , and he went down into the cellar to look after them himself , and there they two sat a-crying , and the beer running all over the floor . ‘Whatever is the matter ?’ says he. ‘Why ,’ says the mother, ‘look at that horrid mallet . Just suppose , if our daughter and her sweetheart was to be married , and was to have a son , and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!’

‘Dear, dear, dear! so it would !’ said the father , and he sat himself down aside of the other two, and started a-crying

‘Dear, dear! what a dreadful thing it would be!’ said the mother, and she sat down aside of the daughter and started a-crying, too. Then after a bit the father began to wonder that they didn’t come back, and he went down into the cellar to look after them himself, and there they two sat a-crying, and the beer running all over the floor. ‘Whatever is the matter?’ says he. ‘Why,’ says the mother, ‘look at that horrid mallet. Just suppose, if our daughter and her sweetheart was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!’