_Mother._ Well, little Three-Eyes, did you go to sleep, too?
_Little Three-Eyes._--Yes, mother, but only with two eyes. Little
Two-Eyes sang to me,
"Are you awake, little Three-Eyes?
Are you asleep, little Two-Eyes?"
and so two of my eyes went to sleep, but one stayed awake and watched.
_Mother._ What did you see? Tell me quickly, dear little Three-Eyes.
_Little Three-Eyes._ First she said,
"Little goat, bleat!
Little table, rise!"
and the goat said, "Bla-a, bla-a, bla-a!" Then a table came up out of
the ground. Oh! it was such a pretty little table with a white cloth
over it and all kinds of good things on it. No wonder little Two-Eyes
doesn't eat any of our common food. It isn't good enough for her! She
has food fit for a queen,--nuts and cake, and candy, too!
_Mother._ So that is why little Two-Eyes doesn't eat the crusts we save
for her! Well, I'll see if she is going to have better food, than we
have. Bring me the long sharp knife.
[_Goes out and soon returns._]
There, now the goat is dead. Little Two-Eyes, perhaps you'll eat the
food we give you now!
_Little Two-Eyes._ Oh, my poor little goat! What shall I do without it!
_Mother._ Go to bed, and to-morrow morning you shall go to the hillside
alone. And you must stay there all day, too.