'But I am so hungry!' said the bride ruefully. '
'Dear, dear! everybody seems hungry to-day!' returned the Rat pettishly; 'however, that's easily settledI'll fetch you some supper in a trice.'
So he ran into his hole, returning immediately with an ear of millet and a dry pea.
'There!' said he, triumphantly, ‘isn’t that a fine meal?’
'I can't eat that!' whimpered the bride; 'it isn't a mouthful; and I want rice pottage, and cakes, and sweet eggs, and sugar -drops. I shall die if I don't get them!'
'Oh dear me!' cried the Rat in a rage, 'what a nuisance a bride is, to be sure! Why don't you eat the wild plums?'
{{gap}'I can't live on wild plums!' retorted the weeping bride; 'nobody could; besides, they are only half ripe, and I can't reach them.'
'Rubbish!' cried the Rat; 'ripe or unripe, they must do you for to -night, and to -morrow you can gather a basketful, sell them in the city, and buy sugar -drops and sweet eggs to your heart's content!'
So the next morning the Rat climbed up into the plum-tree, and nibbled away at the stalks till the fruit fell down into the bride's veil. Then, unripe as they were, she carried them into the city, calling out through the streets
'Green plums I sell! green plums I sell!
Princess am I, Rat's bride as well!'
As she passed by the palace, her mother the Queen heard her voice, and, running out, recognised her daughter. Great were the rejoicings, for every One thought the poor bride had been eaten by wild
