So the second head popped up.
“Brush me, you lassie”, it said.
“The Deil brush you”, said the stepdaughter.
So down it went to the bottom, and the third head popped up.
“Kiss me, you lassie”, said the head.
“The Deil kiss you, you pig’s-snout”, said the girl.
Then the heads chattered together again, and asked what they should do to the girl who was so spiteful and cross-grained; and they all agreed she should have a nose four ells long, and a snout three ells long, and a pine bush right in the midst of her forehead, and every time she spoke, ashes were to fall out of her mouth.
So when she got home with her buckets, she bawled out to her mother:
“Open the door.”
“Open it yourself, my darling child”, said the mother.