skies, and what's more," says she, "I see you are busy too, into the
bargain."

"Ah, you see too much," said he; "now, pray, with which eye do you see
all this?"

"With the right eye to be sure," said she, as proud as can be to find
him out.

"The ointment! The ointment!" cried the old pixy thief. "Take that for
meddling with what don't concern you: you shall see me no more." And
with that he struck her on her right eye, and she couldn't see him any
more; and, what was worse, she was blind on the right side from that
hour till the day of her death.



THE WELL OF THE WORLD'S END

Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, though it wasn't in my
time, nor in your time, nor any one else's time, there was a girl
whose mother had died, and her father had married again. And her
stepmother hated her because she was more beautiful than herself, and
she was very cruel to her. She used to make her do all the servant's
work, and never let her have any peace. At last, one day, the
stepmother thought to get rid of her altogether; so she handed her a
sieve and said to her: "Go, fill it at the Well of the World's End and
bring it home to me full, or woe betide you." For she thought she
would never be able to find the Well of the World's End, and, if she
did, how could she bring home a sieve full of water?