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THE GIRL WHO SAT BY THE ASHES
THE GIRL WHO SAT BY THE ASHES
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BECAUSE she used to herd Goats in the high places and the rocky places, she went by the name of Girl-go-with the-Goats. But that was not the name that she herself called herself. She called herself Maid-alone.
Her feet were scratched with briars and bruised with stones. She was dressed in rags threaded together. And neither the red of pleasure nor the red of health had ever come into her face.
She lived with her step-mother, Dame Dale, and her two step-sisters, Berry-bright and Buttercup. Now one day as Berry-bright was dizening herself with a necklace of beads and Buttercup was looking' at herself in a plate of brass, an old woman, came up to the house. Her dress was the queerest that anyone ever saw, a Cloak of crow-feathers and nothing else.
"My, my, my," said the old woman as she came into the house. "My, my, my, what became of the big tree that used to grow fornenst your little house?"
"The big tree!" said Berry-bright, "I have heard my mother speak of that big tree. But she never saw it herself. They say that the gypsies once lighted their fires around that big tree, and that the leaves withered and the branches and the root, and the tree died away. But my mother never remembers to have seen it."
"My, my, my," said the old woman. "It must be a long time since I was round this way. And where is the well that used to be on my right-hand side as I came into the house?"
"I used to hear my grandmother speak of that well," said Buttercup. "But it was dried up before her time."
"My, my, my," said the old woman. "It's a long time since I was round this way. But now that I'm here, maidens dear, put the griddle on the fire and knead and bake a cake for me."
"There's no fire on the hearthstone as you see," said Berry-bright, "and we are not going to put down a fire for you now."
"Nor can we knead a cake and put it on the griddle for you," said Buttercup.
"We have just washed our hands in new milk," said Berry-bright.
"As we wash them every day," said Buttercup.
BECAUSE she used to herd Goats in the high places and the rocky places, she went by the name of Girl-go-with the-Goats. But that was not the name that she herself called herself. She called herself Maid-alone.
Her feet were scratched with briars and bruised with stones. She was dressed in rags threaded together. And neither the red of pleasure nor the red of health had ever come into her face.
She lived with her step-mother, Dame Dale, and her two step-sisters, Berry-bright and Buttercup. Now one day as Berry-bright was dizening herself with a necklace of beads and Buttercup was looking' at herself in a plate of brass, an old woman, came up to the house. Her dress was the queerest that anyone ever saw, a Cloak of crow-feathers and nothing else.
"My, my, my," said the old woman as she came into the house. "My, my, my, what became of the big tree that used to grow fornenst your little house?"
"The big tree!" said Berry-bright, "I have heard my mother speak of that big tree. But she never saw it herself. They say that the gypsies once lighted their fires around that big tree, and that the leaves withered and the branches and the root, and the tree died away. But my mother never remembers to have seen it."
"My, my, my," said the old woman. "It must be a long time since I was round this way. And where is the well that used to be on my right-hand side as I came into the house?"
"I used to hear my grandmother speak of that well," said Buttercup. "But it was dried up before her time."
"My, my, my," said the old woman. "It's a long time since I was round this way. But now that I'm here, maidens dear, put the griddle on the fire and knead and bake a cake for me."
"There's no fire on the hearthstone as you see," said Berry-bright, "and we are not going to put down a fire for you now."
"Nor can we knead a cake and put it on the griddle for you," said Buttercup.
"We have just washed our hands in new milk," said Berry-bright.
"As we wash them every day," said Buttercup.
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