"Why," says she, "better nor all the world."

"That's good," says he.

So he says to the third, "How much do _you_ love me, my dear?"

"Why, I love you as fresh meat loves salt," says she.

Well, he was that angry. "You don't love me at all," says he, "and in
my house you stay no more." So he drove her out there and then, and
shut the door in her face.

Well, she went away on and on till she came to a fen, and there she
gathered a lot of rushes and made them into a kind of a sort of a
cloak with a hood, to cover her from head to foot, and to hide her
fine clothes. And then she went on and on till she came to a great
house.

"Do you want a maid?" says she.

"No, we don't," said they.

"I haven't nowhere to go," says she; "and I ask no wages, and do any
sort of work," says she.

"Well," says they, "if you like to wash the pots and scrape the
saucepans you may stay," said they.

So she stayed there and washed the pots and scraped the saucepans and
did all the dirty work. And because she gave no name they called her