She came back with it to the hut, cut out the shirt, and began to stitch at it diligently.
The twilight was falling, and she was just putting in the last stitch, when the door opened, and the bear came in, and asked:
"Is the shirt ready?"
She gave it to him.
"Thank you, my good girl; now I must reward you. You told me you had a bad stepmother; if you like, I will send my bears to tear her and her daughter in pieces."
"Oh! don't do that! I don't want to be revenged; let them live!"
"Let it be so then! Meanwhile make yourself useful in the kitchen; get me some porridge for supper. You will find everything you want in the cupboard in the wall; but I will go and fetch my bedding, for I shall spend to-night at home."
The bear left the room, and the maiden made up the fire in the oven, and began to get the porridge ready.
Just then she heard a sound under the bench, and there ran out a poor, lean little mouse, which stood up on its hind-legs, and said in human tones:
"Mistress! help me lest I die
A poor weak, little mouse am I!
I am hungry, give me food;
And to you will I be good."