it, she replied, 'Do you imagine I'm going to stop my walk that you may run? No, no!—every one for himself!'
At last she reached her father's house, full of determination not to go away without a heavy load for at least two buffaloes, when, just as she was entering the courtyard, her brother and his wife fell upon her, and whacked her most unmercifully, crying, 'So this is your plan, is it? Yesterday comes Peasie, while we were hard at work, and wheedles her doting old father out his best buffalo, and goodness knows what else besides, and to-day you come to rob us! Out of the house, you baggage!'
With that they hounded her away, hot, tired, bruised, and hungry.
'Never mind!' said she, to console herself, 'I shall get the web of cloth yet!'
Sure enough, when she crossed the stream, there was a web, three times as fine as Peasie's, floating close to the shore, and greedy Beansie went straight to get it; but, alas ! the water was so deep that she was very nearly drowned, while the beautiful cloth floated past her very fingers. Thus all she got for her pains was a ducking.
'Never mind!' thought she, 'I'll have the string of pearls!'
Yes, there it hung on the broken branch; but when Beansie jumped to catch it, branch and all fell right on her head, so that she was stunned. When she came to herself, some one else had walked off with the pearls, and she had only a bump on her head as big as an egg.
All these misfortunes had quite wearied her out;
