"My name is Filbert, and I came in to rest," said the girl, "for I have no friends and no home."
"And can you cook and sweep and sew?" asked the parrot.
"Yes, indeed, and many other things."
"Oh! will you stay and live with us?" asked the monkey.
"What will you give me?" asked Filbert.
"A good home," said the cat.
"Brand-new clothes," said the parrot.
"And a brass, a silver, and a gold penny every week," said the monkey.
So Filbert staid, and was as happy as a bird in the one-eyed house. She sang so cheerfully as she went about her work that things seemed almost to do themselves for her. The monkey watched in admiration whenever she swept the floor, and wondered why there was no dust. They all learned to love her dearly, and were as good as fairy godmothers to her, giving her everything she wished, and her pile of pennies grew so fast that she became quite rich; and, at last, if she had chosen, could have married a prince.
