“She stayed there, trying to make one stocking do for two feet, until the well dried up, and after that I don’t know what became of her.”
“You ought to have been a young man,” said Sweetest Susan, who had been reading fairy stories, “so that you could have married the beautiful girl with golden hair, after rescuing her. Besides, your name would have been in the books.”
“Oh,” answered Chickamy Crany Crow, smiling for the first time, “there are plenty of names in the books that you never hear of; but now, wherever little children get together to play games, you will hear them saying the rhyme that tells a part of my story,—
“‘Chickamy, Chickamy Crany Crow,
Went to the well to wash her toe,
But when she got back her chicken was gone.’”
THE GOLDEN-HAIRED, BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL