The good mother was scrubbing her pans when Sharptooth began to bark outside. “Run, Buttercup, and see who is coming now.”
“Mother, it is the same old witch who has been here twice before.”
“Quick, quick! Hide in the cellar way, and try not to breathe until she has gone.”
Buttercup ran and hid himself in the cellar way, and he was scarcely there before there was a knock at the door and the old witch pushed it open and looked in.
“May I come in and rest a bit?”
“Come in, in heaven’s name.”
The old witch stepped in and looked all about her.
“I would like to know what time it is.”
“Well, look for yourself; there stands the clock.”