So she laid down her knitting, and took the fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of the pot, and looked in.
As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fell into the pot.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!—that's bad, that's bad," said the old woman.
She got the tongs and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them with the corner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and took the fork and stuck it into the dumpling.
The apples were quite soft. "Yes, yes, yes; the dumpling is done," said the old woman.
So she took the dumpling out of the pot, and untied the cloth, and turned it into a yellow dish, and set it upon the table.
Then she went to the cupboard and got a plate, and then to the knife-box and got a knife; then she took the fork from the mantelpiece, and drew her arm-chair close up to the table, and sat down in it, and cut off a piece of the dumpling, and put it on her plate.
It was very hot, and it smoked a great deal, so the old woman began to blow it. She blew very hard. As she was blowing, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fell into the dumpling.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!—that's bad, that's bad," said the old woman.
She took her spectacles out of her plate, and wiped them with the corner of her apron, and said to herself—"I must get a new nose. My nose is so little, that my spectacles will not stick on my nose."