fours coming up the boreen calling "Robert Hunter for God's sake let me wish ye good luck o yer cow". Robert opened the door and Nancy crept in after him, she then asked him to carry her to the byre for her to wish him good luck of his cow, he did and immediately the pins he had boiled in the milk in the evening fell from Nancy's feet she then got up and cleared like a hare and she was never heard of afterwards. The cow gave her milk as usual the next day.