Her mother was watching for her and helped
her home with the water, kissed her, and prepared them a good supper.
While they were sitting at the table Mary said: "Mother, the little
lamb told me to do something I do not like to do."
"What was it?"
"He told me spit in your hand."
"Well, you can my child; come on;" and the mother held out her
hand and Mary spat in it, a diamond and a pearl. This made the family
happy and rich; they had men come the next day and dig a new well.
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.
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