But before the wedding, she went to the cook, and says she:
“I want you to dress every dish without a mite of salt.”
“That’ll be rare nasty,” says the cook.
“and there she was in her beautiful clothes”
“That doesn’t signify,” said she.
Well, the wedding day came, and they were married. And after they were married all the company sat down to the dinner. When they began to eat the meat, it was so tasteless they couldn’t eat it. But Cap o’ Rushes’ father tried first one dish and then another, and then he burst out crying.
“What’s the matter?” said the master’s son to him.
“Oh!” says he, “I had a daughter. And I asked her how much she loved me. And she said, ‘As much as fresh meat loves salt.’ And I turned her from my door, for I thought she didn’t love me. And now I see she loved me best of all. And she may be dead for aught I know.”
“No, father, here she is!” said Cap o’ Rushes. And she goes up to him and puts her arms round him.