Juliana Horatia Ewing,
Old-Fashioned Fairy Tales
“ At first the Ogress would not hear of such a thing, but at last she consented, and made a stew of one of the little pigs instead of cooking the little girl."But supposing the Ogre goes to count the children," said she; "he will find one too many.""Then let her go, dear mother," said the widow's daughter; "she will find her way home, and you will never be blamed.""But she must stir the stew with her forefinger first," said the Ogress, "that it may have a human flavour." ”
