And bent her brows as one in doubt.
She spake: "The wood is growing thin,
Into the full light soon shall we win.
Now crouch we that we be not seen,
Under yon bramble-bushes green."
Under the bramble-bush they lay
Betwixt the dusk and the open day.
"O Goldilocks my love, look forth
And let me know what thou seest of worth."
He said: "I see a house of stone,