When she rose and looked about her, she was dismayed to see what a
state the cottage was in. The fire was out, and the windows were all
dim with the wings and claws of the dirty birds, while the bed from
which she had just risen was brown and withered, and half its purple
bells had fallen. But she consoled herself that she could set all to
rights in a few minutes--only she must breakfast first. And, sure
enough, there was a basin of the delicious bread and milk ready for
her in the hole of the wall!
After she had eaten it, she felt comfortable, and sat for a long
time building castles in the air--till she was actually hungry
again, without having done an atom of work. She ate again, and was
idle again, and ate again. Then it grew dark, and she went trembling
to bed, for now she remembered the horrors of the last night. This
time she never slept at all, but spent the long hours in grievous
terror, for the noises were worse than before. She vowed she would
not pass another night in such a hateful haunted old shed for all
the ugly women, witches, and ogresses in the wide world.
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