“This palace is yours,” said the fairies, “live here, and do just as you like.”
Well, time went by and Elisa forgot her home, and was very happy, when one night her step-mother had a dream. She dreamt that Elisa was not dead, but alive and happy. She called the witch again, and said:—
“Elisa is not dead, she is alive and well. Take some schiacciata (a kind of cake), put poison in it, and take it to her. She is very fond of schiacciata, and will be sure to eat it.”
So the witch went to the hole and called “Elisa.”
“What do you want?” said Elisa.
“Here’s some schiacciata for you.”
“I don’t want schiacciata,” said Elisa; “I have plenty.”
“Well, I’ll put it here, and you can take it if you like”: so she put it down and went away.
Presently there came by a dog, who ate the schiacciata and immediately fell down dead. In the evening the fairies came home, took up the dog and showed him to Elisa.