"Mitzi!" she said sternly. "You have cut pieces off the top of the curtains and tried to sew them together again."
Mitzi said nothing, but her face was flushed.
| "YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL" |
"Oh, Mitz!" continued Mrs. Toymaker. "You have cut pieces off your red skirt and tried to sew it together, too. Now it is hanging all wrong. You naughty little girl!"
Fritz was out gathering wood for the fire. Mitzi had worked alone and quickly.
"I do not know what you are up to, Mitzi," said her mother. "But you must be punished for this."
So for three days Mitzi was made to stay in the wagon alone. She could not go with the family to market. She had to eat her meals alone. She had to eat black bread and drink water like a prisoner. This was very hard for sausage-loving Mitz. She was in disgrace.
However, she bore her punishment like a man. She knew that she had done wrong. She helped her mother to arrange the curtains and to fix her skirt. She said nothing. But all the time she knew that soon the brightly colored little cloak would be finished.