Will you give your spoon away?”
The little dwarf was very angry and he shouted,
“I will not give my spoon away;
You may not have it now, I say.”
Old Cross-Patch went away scolding and grumbling as before. Late that night there was a great noise, and the bricks from the chimney began to fall. The little dwarf had just time to grab his box and run out at the door.
All the bricks from the house fell one upon another, and soon the little house was all gone; only a pile of bricks remained!
Old Cross-Patch came again and said,
“If you won’t give the spoon away,
I’ll turn your pretty hair all gray!”
The little dwarf had lovely golden curls. Now the spoon was so angry at Cross-Patch that he could stand it no longer.