she found only ashes and straw and stones. Then indeed did Lenka feel deserted and sitting down she cried with loneliness and hunger.
While she was crying an old beggar with a long beard came into the hut.
“God grant you happiness, my child,” he said.
“May He grant you the same, old father,” Lenka said, standing up and bowing politely.
“Thank you, my child, thank you. And now will you be so kind as to wash my face and give me a bite of supper?”
“Indeed, old father, I’d gladly wash your face and give you food, but there’s no water here and nothing to carry it in. And as for food, my stepmother filled the sack with ashes, straw, and stones.”
“That’s nothing, my child. Just go behind the hut and you will find a spring.”
Lenka went and there, sure enough, was a clear bubbling spring and on the ground beside it a bucket. She filled the bucket and carried it back to the hut.
As she entered the door she could hardly believe her eyes, for on the wall she saw a row of shining plates, big plates and little plates, and cups, and everything else that ought to be in a kitchen. The old beg-
