ONCE on a time there was an old wife who sat and baked.
Now you must know that this old wife had a little son, who was so plump and fat, and so
fond of good things, that they called him Buttercup; she had a dog, too, whose name was
Goldtooth, and as she was baking, all at once Goldtooth began to bark.
"Run out, Buttercup, there's a dear!" said the
old wife, "and see what Goldtooth is barking at."
So the boy ran out, and came back crying out,-
" Oh, Heaven help us! here comes a great big witch,
with her head under her arm, and a bag at her back."
"Jump under the kneading-trough and hide
yourself," said his mother.So in came the old hag.
"Good day," said she.
"God bless youl" said Buttercup's mother.
"Isn't your Buttercup at home to-day ?" asked
the hag.
"No, that he isn't. He's out in the wood with his
father, shooting grouse."
"Plague take it," said the hag, "for I had
such a nice little silver knife I wanted to give him."
"Pip, pip! here I am," said Buttercup under the
kneading-trough, and out he came.
"I'm so old and stiff in the back," said the
hag, "you must creep into the bag and fetch it out foryourself."
But when Buttercup was well into the bag, the hag threw
it over her back and strode off, and when they had gone a good bit of the way, the old hag
got tired and asked, "How far is it off to Snoring?"
"Half a mile," answered Buttercup. So the hag
put down the sack on the road, and went aside by herself into the wood, and lay down to
sleep. Meantime Buttercup set to work and cut a hole in the sack with his knife; then he
crept out and put a great root of a fir-tree into the sack, and ran home to his mother.
When the hag got home and saw what there was in the sack,
you may fancy she was in a fine rage.
Next day the old wife sat and baked again, and her dog
began to bark, just as he did the day before.
"Run out, Buttercup, my boy," said she,
"and see what Goldtooth is barking at."
"Well, I never !" cried Buttercup, as soon as
he got out; "if there isn't that ugly old beast coming again with her head under her
arm and a great sack at her back."
"Under the kneading-trough with you and hide,"
said his mother.
"Good day!" said the hag; "is your
Buttercup at home to-day ?"
"I'm sorry to say he isn't," said his mother;
"he's out in the wood with his father, shooting grouse."
"What a bore!" said the hag; "here I have
a beautiful little silver spoon I want to give him."
"Pip, pip! here I am," said Buttercup, and
crept out.
"I'm so stiff in the back," said the old witch,
"you must creep into the sack and fetch it out for yourself."
So when Buttercup was well into the sack, the hag swung
it over her shoulders and set off home as fast as her legs could carry her. But when they
had gone a good bit she grew weary, and asked,
"How far is it off to Snoring ?"
"A mile and a half," answered Buttercup.
So the hag set down the sack, and went aside into the
wood to sleep a bit,. but while she slept Buttercup made a hole in the sack and got out,
and put a great stone into it.
Now, when the old witch got home, she made a great fire
on the hearth,and put a big pot on it, and got everything ready to boil Buttercup; but
when she took the sack, and thought she was going to turn out Buttercup into the pot, down
plumped the stone and made a hole in the bottom of the pot, so that the water ran out and
quenched the fire. Then the old hag was in a dreadful rage, and said, "If he makes
himself ever so heavy next time, he shan't take me in again."
The third day everything went just as it had gone twice
before; Goldtooth began to bark, and Buttercup's mother said to him,
"Do run out and see what our dog is barking
at." So out he went, but he soon came back crying out,
"Heaven save us! Here comes the old hag again with
her head under her arm and a sack at her back."
"Jump under the keading-trough and hide," said
his mother.
"Good day!" said the hag, as she came in at the
door; "is your Buttercup at home to-day ?"
"You're very kind to ask after him," said his
mother; "but he's out in the wood with his father, shooting grouse."
"What a bore, now," said the old hag;
"here have I got such a beautiful little silver fork for him."
"Pip, pip! here I am," said Buttercup, as he
came out from under the kneading-trough.
"I'm so stiff in the back," said the hag,
"you must creep into the sack and fetch it out for yourself."
But when Buttercup was well inside the sack the old hag
swung it across her shoulders, and set off as fast as she could. This time she did not
turn aside to sleep by the way, but went straight home with Buttercup in the sack, and
when she reached her house it was Sunday. So the old hag said to her daughter: "Now
you must take Buttercup and kill him, and boil him nicely till I come back, for I'm off to
church to bid my guests to dinner." So, when all in the house were gone to church,
the daughter was to take Buttercup and kill him, but then she didn't know how to set about
it at all.
"Stop a bit," said Buttercup; "I'll' soon
show you how to do it; just lay your head on the chopping-block, and you'll soon
see."
So the poor silly thing laid her head down, and Buttercup
took an axe and chopped her head off, just as if she had been a chicken. Then he laid her
head in the bed, and popped her body into the pot, and boiled it so nicely; and when he
had done that, he climbed up on the roof, and dragged up with him the fir-tree root and
the stone, and put one over the door, and the other at the top of the chimney. So when the
household came back from church, and saw the head on the bed, they thought it was the
daughter who lay there asleep; and then they thought they would just taste the broth.
"Good, by my troth! Buttercup broth, " said the
old hag.
"Good, by my troth! Daughter broth," said
Buttercup down the chimney, but no one heeded him. So the old hag's husband, who was every
bit as bad as she, took the spoon to have a taste.
"Good, by my troth! Buttercup broth, "said he.
"Good, by my troth! Daughter broth," said
Buttercup down the chinmey pipe.
Then they all began to wonder who it could be that
chattered so, and ran out to see. But when they came out at the door, Buttercup threw down
on them the fir-tree root and the stone, and broke all their heads to bits.
After that he took all the gold and silver that lay in the house, and went home to his
mother, and became a rich man.
