"My father, he ate me,"
Then she fell down, as if she was dead.
"My sister, little Margery,"
"Oh!" said Margery, "I will go out too, and see if the bird will give me anything."
"Gathered up all my bones,
Tied them in a silk handkerchief,"
And the shoes were thrown down.
"And laid them under the Juniper-tree:
Kywitt! Kywitt! what a beautiful bird am I!"
Then Margery was very joyful; she put on the new red shoes, and danced and jumped about. "Oh," said she, "I was so unhappy when I came out, and now I am so happy! That is a wonderful bird; he has given me a pair of red shoes."
"For me," cried the wife, and jumped up, and her hair stood on end like flames of fire, "I feel as if the world were come to an end; I will go out—perhaps I shall feel easier."
But as she went out of the door—smash!—the bird threw the millstone on her head, and she was crushed to pieces.