“Snow-White!”
“Not at all. Golden-Locks. Well, one day, Golden-Locks went out walking in the woods, and she saw the most wonderful butterfly in the world, with diamonds glittering on its wings. She went on and on, following the diamond butterfly, until all at once she came to a little river that was flowing milk; but that wasn’t the strangest thing—”
“No?” said Master Jack, with round eyes.
“No. On the opposite side was a house,—all made of gingerbread; but that wasn’t the strangest thing.”
“No?”
“No. She went inside, and there, on the table, were five white plates.”
But here Master Jack sat up in protest.
“How could there be five plates, when there is only three Bears?”
“Three? Who said there were only three Bears? There were five Bears in the story.”