III
The next morning the woodman went into the wood.
He said to the second little girl,
“Bring me my dinner to-day.
I will drop larger seeds along the path.
Then you can find the way.”
At noon the second girl set out.
But the blackbirds had picked up all the seeds.
She went on and on through the wood.
At night she came to the little house in the wood.
“May I stop here all night?” said the second girl.
“I have lost my way.”
The old man said,
“Pretty cock,
Pretty hen,
And you spotted cow,
What say you now?”
“Yes,” said the animals.
The second girl cooked a good supper.
Then she sat down and ate and drank with the old man.
But the poor animals did not have any supper.
So they said,
“You eat and you drink,
Of us you do not think.
So you shall have no bed,
To rest your tired head.”
Then she, too, had to find her way home alone through the dark wood.