But the gal, she says to herself, "Well, if they'll come agin, I'll ate 'em now." And she set to work and ate 'em all, first and last.
Well, come supper time the woman she said, "Goo you, and git one o' them there pies. I dare say they've come agin now."
The gal she went an' she looked, and there warn't nothin' but the dishes. So back she come and says she, "Noo, they ain't come agin."
"Not none on 'em?" says the mother.
"Not none on 'em," says she.
"Well, come agin, or not come agin," says the woman, "I'll ha' one for supper."
"But you can't, if they ain't come," says the gal.
"But I can," says she, "Goo, you, and bring the best of 'em."
"Best or worst," says the gal, "I've ate 'em all, and you can't ha' one till that's come agin."
Well, the woman she were wholly bate, and she took her spinnin' to the door to spin, and as she span she sang:
"My darter ha' ate five, five pies to-day.
My darter ha' ate five, five pies to-day."
The king he were a' comin' down the street, an' he hard her sing, but what she sang he couldn't hare, so he stopped and said:
"What were that you was a singun of, maw'r?"
The woman, she were ashamed to let him hare what her darter had been a doin', so she sang, 'stids o' that:
"My darter ha' spun five, five skeins to-day.
My darter ha' spun five, five skeins to-day."
"S'ars o' mine!" said the king, "I never heerd tell of anyone as could do that."
Then he said, "Look you here, I want a wife and I'll marry your darter. But look you here," says he, "'leven months out o' the year she shall have all the vittles she likes to eat, and all the gownds she likes to git, and all the cumpny she likes to hev; but the last month o' the year she'll ha' to spin five skeins iv'ry day, an, if she doon't, I shall kill her."