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 * A sip of water from this cup,
 * Of porridge just one tiny sup.
 * I'll take this little knife to spread,
 * A corner of the next one's bread;
 * And borrow this wee fork to break
 * A morsel from this barley cake.
 * I'll take one cherry from these four,&mdash;
 * But not a single mouthful more,
 * No, not a single mouthful more!

Nobody could begrudge me that. But I'd like to do something to pay for my supper. [She looks about.] There's plenty to be done. It isn't at all a tidy house. [She yawns, and then shaking herself.] Wake up, Snow White! You musn't get sleepy yet; not till the people come home. [But she cannot quite stifle another yawn.] There's a broom. Suppose I sweep a little. [She begins to sweep, but the broom raises such a cloud of dust, that, coughing, she has to stop at once.] Dear me, that only makes things worse. This floor needs a good