But there was no answer. Then Golden Hair stepped in very carefully,
and looked about her.
She could not see any one, nor hear anybody snoring, so she walked into
the Bears' parlour.
There was a fire, which made the room cheerful, and the hot milk looked
very inviting; it quite seemed to say, "Come and have some breakfast;"
and the early spring air had made Golden Hair rather cold, and very
hungry; so she sat down by the fire in the little Bear's chair. It was
too small for her, but she did not quite sit down at first. In a moment
she got up again, and went round the table and tasted the milk in all
the basins. Little Bear's was the nicest, because it had sugar in it,
and Golden Hair thought it was good. So she took the basin and sat down
again in Little Bear's chair, took his spoon, and ate up _all_ his milk.
Now this was very wrong. A tiny bear is only a tiny bear; still, he has
a right to keep his own things. But Golden Hair did not know any better.
Unluckily, Baby Bear's chair was, as we have said, too small for her;
she broke the seat and fell through, basin and all.
[Illustration: GOLDEN HAIR EATS THE LITTLE BEAR'S BREAKFAST.]
Then Golden Hair went upstairs, and there she saw three beds all in a
row. Golden Hair lay down on Father Bear's bed first, but that was too
long for her; then she lay down on Mother Bear's bed, and that was too
wide for her; last of all she lay down on Baby Bear's bed, and there she
fell asleep, for she was tired.
[Illustration: THE LITTLE BEAR GRIEVES FOR HIS BROKEN CHAIR.]
By-and-by the bears came home. Baby Bear saw that his chair was broken
and thrown down, and he cried in a very squeaky voice,
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE;" and Father Bear growled,
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE;"
And Mother Bear growled, more softly,
"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN HERE."
Then they went to the table and looked at their breakfasts, and Father
Bear growled, "WHO HAS TOUCHED MY BASIN?"