"Take the chair."
"The chair's gone to be mended."
"I suppose I must come myself."
The mother comes in from the washtub, drying her hands.
"Where's Monday?" she asks.
"Please, mother, some one came to beg for a light for her pipe, and when my back was turned she took Monday."
"Why, that was the witch."
The mother pretends to beat the eldest daughter, tells her to be more careful another time, and goes back to the washtub. The game then goes on as before, and each time the witch comes she takes away a child, until at last even the eldest daughter is taken. The pot boils over for the last time and then the mother, finding all her children gone, goes to the witch's house to find them, when this conversation ensues:
"Is this the way to the witch's house?"