As she spoke she felt herself growing smaller and smaller until the wind whisked her up the chimney.
She was no longer an old woman but a bird as she had wished to be. She still wore her black dress and red bonnet. She still seemed to have the large white apron with the big bows behind.
Because from that day she pecked her food from the hard wood of a tree, people named this bird the red-headed wood-pecker.
THE STORY OF THE PUDDING STONE.
NCE upon a time a family of giants lived upon the high mountains in the West.
One day the mother giant was called away from home.
She arose early in the morning and made ready the bread and butter for the little giants to eat while she was gone.