He keeps it all himself," said the older girl.
"I wonder where he's gone now ?" said the younger one, going to the door-way and looking out.

Suddenly she noticed the little line of flour trailing off through the woods.

"Ah, now I'll find him!" And just calling to her sister that she would be back soon, she darted off.
It was dark when she came back weeping.

She threw herself on the ground outside the _campoodie_ and poured out her story.

She had found the old man lying there fast asleep, gorged with fish.