"It's nice and warm in here," said Boots.
"It's hotter in the hearth," said she, and she was no sweeter, now the third one had come.
"That's good, I may bake my crow there, then?" asked he.
"I'm afraid she'll burst," said the princess.
"There's no danger; I'll wind this willow twig around," said the lad.
"It's too loose," said she.
"I'll stick this wedge in," said the lad, and took out the wedge.
"The fat will drop off," said the princess.
"I'll hold this under," said the lad, and pulled out the broken bit of the saucer.
"You are crooked in your words, that you are," said the princess.