Now Sarah wished to try her fortune, her mother did not want
her to go, because she knew what a bad girl she was, to talk saucy; but
Sarah said she would do as well as Mary. Her sister told her how she
must do; she got angry at her, and said: "You mind your own business;
I reckon I know what I am about."

So she took her bucket and went on until she came to the gate; she
gave that a kick and said: "Open gate!" and the gate opened and slammed
on her. The little old man came running with his stick. Sarah said:
"Don't you hit me, old man; I'll tell my father." And the old man beat
her and the little folks pushed up the briar bushes so she tore her clothes
and scratched herself badly. The little rabbit was in the spring and he
jumped up and down and she threw at him, telling him she would knock
his head off; but the rabbit jumped up and down 'till the spring was a
lob-lolly of mud, so she had to take muddy water in her bucket. The
little lamb had gotten back into the branch and said: "Please, little
girl, pick me up and put me on the bank to dry."

But Sarah said: "I won't do it."

The lamb replied: "Spit in your mother's hand when you go home."

So Sarah had to go through the briars, that scratched her, and the old
man beat her, and the gate slammed on her, and when her mother met her
she was a "sight." Her face was dirty, her dress torn, her legs and arms were
scratched and bleeding, and her curly hair was in a mass of tangles. Her
mother washed the dirt off and scolded her for being so naughty. Mary
helped to wash and dress her for supper. Then they all sat down to eat,
and every one was happy but Sarah.