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they were poor children who were lost in the forest, and de-
sired to lodge there for charity’s sake. The woman, seeing
them all so very pretty, began to weep and said to them:
‘Alas! poor babies, where do you come from? Do you know
that this house belongs to a cruel Ogre who eats little chil-
dren?’
‘Alas! dear madam,’ answered Little Thumb (who, with
his brothers, was trembling in every limb), ‘what shall we
do? The wolves of the forest surely will devour us to-night if
you refuse us shelter in your house; and so we would rather
the gentleman should eat us. Perhaps he may take pity upon
us if you will be pleased to ask him to do so.’
The Ogre’s wife, who believed she could hide them from
her husband till morning, let them come in, and took them
to warm themselves at a very good fire; for there was a whole
sheep roasting for the Ogre’s supper.
As they began to warm themselves they heard three or
four great raps at the door; this was the Ogre, who was come
home. His wife quickly hid them under the bed and went to
open the door. The Ogre at once asked if supper was ready
and the wine drawn, and then sat himself down to table.
The sheep was as yet all raw, but he liked it the better for
that. He sniffed about to the right and left, saying:—
‘I smell fresh meat.’
‘What you smell,’ said his wife, ‘must be the calf which I
have just now killed and flayed.’
‘I smell fresh meat, I tell you once more,’ replied the
Ogre, looking crossly at his wife, ‘and there is something
here which I do not understand.’

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