GIRL GO WITH THE GOATS LOSES HOUSE ROOM
 GIRL-GO-WITH-THE-GOATS remembered on the moment what
she had to do to make the house well-ordered for her
step-mother's return. She ran to the door and pushed
past her step-sisters, and taking the besom out of the
corner, she started to sweep the floor up towards the
And then she heard Buttercup and Berry-bright talking
to her mother as they came up the loaning, "Oh,
Mother," said Buttercup, "I am as glad to see you as if
you had brought a Roc's Egg to me."
 "Oh, what will I say to Dame Dale so that she will know
I am as glad as Buttercup is to see her back?" said
Girl-go-with-the-Goats. "A Roc's Egg! I could never
think of anything as magnificent as that!"
"Oh, Mother," said Berry-bright, "I am as glad to see
you as if you had brought a Phœnix Feather to me."
"A Phœnix Feather!" said Girl-go-with-the-Goats.
"I could never think of anything as magnificent as
And then Dame Dale was at the door-way.
Girl-go-with-the-Goats turned round to Dame Dale, the
besom in her hands and her face all red with blushes.
"I am more pleased to see you," said she, "than if you
had brought salt to the house when it was lacking it."
"The idea!" said Buttercup.
 "The idea!" said Berry-bright.
But Girl-go-with-the-Goats knew what it was for the
house to be without salt for the bread, and salt for
the porridge, and salt for the egg. And if the house
had been without it there would have been nothing more
welcome than salt coming in. But Dame Dale was angry
when instead of hearing of a Roc's Egg and a Phœnix
Feather she heard of salt.
"You are more pleased to see me than if I had brought
salt to a house licking it," she said. "That's to say
nothing at all in welcome of me. And it is you who
should have given me the welcome from the hearth."
Girl-go-with-the-Goats turned round and swept up the
floor and tidied the ashes round the hearth. "She can
only think of what goes on her tongue," said Buttercup.
"How could fine words or fine thoughts come into her
"It would have been better," said Berry-bright, "if one
of your own daughters had stayed within the house to
give you a welcome from the hearth."
"How is it," said Dame Dale to
Girl-go-with-  the-Goats, "how is it that although I have given you
good food and good shelter, you never have a good word
to say to me?"
Girl-go-with-the-Goats did not answer because she could
not think of a word to say.
"It was bad enough," said Buttercup, "for her to treat
the King's son the way she did."
"Lord!" said Dame Dale, "was the King's son near this?"
"He was at the garden fornenst the door," said
Berry-bright. "He wanted berries off our bushes. And
we would have brought him the berries in his own silver
cup or in one of our best earthenware ones, only
nothing would do her except bring him the berries on an
old shoe she found in the garden."
"So the King's son rode away from the place in high
dudgeon, taking hardly any notice of us," said
"How could such a thing have been let happen?" said
"Indeed we would not have let it happen if we had known
she was there," said Buttercup,
 "but she hid behind the hedges—we know her way—and
we did not see her at all until she was standing before
the King's son with the berries in the old shoe."
"The idea of such a thing!" said Dame Dale. "The very
idea of it makes me shake with shame."
"Well, she turned the Prince away—and oh, how
princely and fine he was looking!—and that ought to
be a satisfaction to her," said Berry-bright.
"And I know he would have noticed me," said
"He certainly would have noticed my hands when I held
them up with the cup in them," said Buttercup.
Girl-go-with-the-Goats had now tidied up the ashes
around the fire, and there was nothing else for her to
do but put the besom in the corner and turn round to
them. Her face was still red, but on her forehead,
like an apple-blossom in color, there was a star.
And when she saw the star on the forehead of
Girl-go-with-the-Goats Dame Dale had to look
 from one to the other of her daughters. Neither had a
star on her forehead. And Dame Dale saw that the face
of Berry-bright was too high-colored and that the face
of Buttercup was too pinched. And when she looked back
to the star on the forehead of Girl-go-with-the-Goats
she got very angry.
"So," said she, "it is that mark on your forehead that
makes you too proud to talk to the people and too proud
to give them a fitting welcome! I suppose you put
herbs or blossoms on your forehead to bring that out.
But there's no one here who wants to see it. Put your
hand in the ashes now and smear that mark across. And
keep the smear of ashes on it until the mark has gone
Girl-go-with-the-Goats bent down to the ashes and took
some on her hand and smeared it across the star on her
forehead. But Dame Dale was not pleased either when
she turned to her with the star smeared over.
Girl-go-with-the-Goats looked like one she should be
sorry for. But Dame Dale could not be sorry for her on
account of her not giving her a fitting welcome when
she came in, and also on account of her having
 King's son, and having on her forehead a star that made
her so different from Buttercup and Berry-bright. So
instead of being sorry for her when she turned round
with the smear of ashes across her forehead, Dame Dale
took a more settled dislike to her. "I wish you out of
 she said, "and as you are called ‘Go-with-the-Goats,'
go now and live with the goats. There's the Goat-shed
for you to rest in and sleep in. Come to this hearth
no more unless you are sent for. Your supper and your
dinner sill be left for you on the doorstep, and as for
breakfast, you can get that for yourself by taking some
of the milk from the goats in the morning. But
although you'll be outside of it, there will be the
work of the house that you will still have to do. Go
now," said she, "and may all bad temper go with you."
Girl-go-with-the-Goats went outside, but she thought
she could not bear to go away from the house. So she
stood there with her hand against the porch, and with
her heart heavy within her and her eyes flowing over
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