“Dig up the kitchen floor,” said she, “smash the pitcher, break the plates. Whip the children, throw dirt in their faces, and rumple their hair.” Then she went away.
As soon as the lady was gone, the girl began to eat up all the good things in the pantry. Just then the little dog came creeping up to her, wagging his tail.
“Bow! Bow! Bow! I, too, want something to eat,” he said.
“Go away, you horrid little beast,” answered the girl, and she gave him a kick.
But the little dog would not leave her, and followed her about until she drove him from the kitchen with blows. Then she dug up the kitchen floor, smashed the pitcher, broke all the plates, whipped the children, threw dirt in their faces, and rumpled their hair.
By and by the mistress came home, and when she saw what the girl had been doing she frowned and said:—
“Choose which you will have, a beautiful star on your forehead or a donkey’s tail hanging from your nose.”
“A star on my forehead for me,” said the girl.
“Will you have a sack of gold or a bag of charcoal?” asked the lady.
“A sack of gold for me,” said the girl.