'Oibo!' exclaimed the young wife. 'Don't imagine I'm going to get
up in the middle of the night like this! I shall get up when I
please, and not before.' Then she turned to her husband, and said,
'Just for her bothering me like this I shan't get up till twelve
o'clock.' Neither did she.
The house was now filled with the old woman's lamentations. 'This
woman upsets everything! This woman will be the ruin of us all!' she
kept exclaiming. But the third wife paid no heed, and dressed herself
up smart, and amused herself, and did no work at all.
When supper-time came the old woman took out her apple and her
halfpenny loaf, and cut them in four quarters, serving a bit all round.
'What's that?' said the third wife, stooping to look at it, as if
she could not make it out, and without taking it in her hand.
'It's your supper,' replied the mother-in-law.
'My supper! do you think I've come to my second childhood, to be
helped to driblets like that!' and she filliped it to the other end
of the room.