I began a series of persecutions of the Kelpie on my own account.
My only excuse for them is, that I hoped by them to drive the Kelpie away.
It was the Kelpie, with an empty bag—a pillow-case, I believe—in her hand.
The kelpie gave a hideous roar, and turned away to run from the wimble.
I thought at first it was the Kelpie come after me, for it was a tall woman.
I was ...