No. 25—1882.] FOLK-LORE IN CEYLON. 



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When the priest heard this he ran as fast he could and the 

 servant after him. 



They had not run far before the man returned with the 

 curds. 



" Why are they running away ?" said he. 



" That's more than I can say," answered his wife; "but 

 the priest told me to ask you to follow him with a rice- 

 pounder." 



The man hastened into the kitchen, took up a rice-pounder, 

 and away he went at full speed. 



" Stop a bit ! stop a bit ! your Reverence," he bellowed. 



But the priest, seeing the man actually following with a 

 rice-pounder, redoubled his steps and was soon out of sight, and 

 the man could not find him though he searched every nook 

 and corner of the Pansala. 



So the man returned home and never more thought of 

 offering the wealth to the priest, and right glad was the Woman 

 to find that her plan had succeeded so well. 



