By and by, merely for want of something to do, she would see what
the old woman had left for her in the hole of the wall. But when she
put in her hand she found nothing there, except the dust which she
ought by this time to have wiped away. Never reflecting that the
wise woman had told her she would find food there WHEN SHE WAS
HUNGRY, she flew into one of her furies, calling her a cheat, and a
thief, and a liar, and an ugly old witch, and an ogress, and I do
not know how many wicked names besides. She raged until she was
quite exhausted, and then fell fast asleep on her chair. When she
awoke the fire was out.
By this time she was hungry; but without looking in the hole, she
began again to storm at the wise woman, in which labor she would no
doubt have once more exhausted herself, had not something white
caught her eye: it was the corner of a napkin hanging from the hole
in the wall. She bounded to it, and there was a dinner for her of
something strangely good--one of her favorite dishes, only better
than she had ever tasted it before.
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