"As you will!" said the woman. "After all, the brown loaf is better for the children."
So the Cake went further, and met a fair child, richly dressed, with coral lips and eyes like sunlit water. When the child saw the Cake, he said like the woman, "Oh, what a beautiful Cake!" and put out his hand to take it.
"I am sure I should be most happy!" said the Cake. "And you will not take it amiss, I am confident, if I ask with whom you will share me."
"I shall not share you with any one!" said the child. "I shall eat you myself, every crumb. What do you take me for?"
"Good gracious!" cried the Cake. "This will never do. Consider my size,—and yours! You would be very ill!"
"I don't care!" said the child. "I'd rather be ill than give any away." And he fixed greedy eyes on the Cake, and stretched forth his hand again.
"This is really terrible!" cried the Cake. "What is one's frosting to this? I will go back to the woman with the ten children."
He turned and ran back, leaving the child screaming with rage and disappointed greed. But as he ran, a hungry Puppy met him, and swallowed him at a gulp, and went on licking his chops and wagging his tail.
"Huh!" said the Pan.