![]() I feel awful rich!"Īfter she had said this many times, she began to wonder how she was to get her treasure home. Well, at first she simply stood stock-still, wondering if she was standing on her head or her heels. Here's luck!"Īnd so it was, brimful of great gold coins. But it would do fine to put a flower in for my window so I'll just take it home with me."Īnd with that she lifted the lid and looked inside. "Maybe there is a hole in it," she went on, "and that's why it has been cast away. "Goodness me!" she cried, "that would be just the very thing for me if I only had something to put in it! But I haven't! Now who could have left it in the ditch?"Īnd she looked about her expecting the owner would not be far off but she could see nobody. ![]() ![]() Now one summer evening, as she was trotting, full of smiles as ever, along the high road to her hovel, what should she see but a big black pot lying in the ditch! ![]() So she made shift to get on, and always looked as spry and cheery as if she had not a want in the world. She lived in a little bit of a cottage and earned a scant living by running errands for her neighbours, getting a bite here, a sup there, as reward for her services. There was once a woman who was very, very cheerful, though she had little to make her so for she was old, and poor, and lonely. ![]()
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