She went on,
filled her bucket, and so returned. Then another woman after her did
the same.
"They must be blind," said the Mischief Maker. "I will have some fun
with them." And so it was. There lived in that wigwam five blind
sisters.
Then he untied the thong from the tree near the spring and fastened it
to another, where there was no water. Then a third blind woman came
with a bucket, and followed the line to the end, but found no water.
She returned to the wigwam, and said, "The spring is dried up."
"No, it isn't," replied one of the sisters, who was stirring pudding
over the fire. "You say that because you are too lazy to bring water;
you never work. Here, do you stir the pudding, and let me go for
water."
The Mischief Maker heard all this, and made haste to tie the end of the
thong where it belonged. The blind woman filled her bucket, and when
she returned said to her sister, "There, you lazy creature, I found the
water!"
By this time the Mischief Maker was in the house, and slipping quietly
up to the fire he dipped out some of the pudding and threw it, scalding
hot, into the face of the scolding woman, who cried in a rage,--
"You throw hot pudding at me, do you?"
"No, I did not throw any at you," replied the sister.
Then the Mischief Maker threw some into _her_ face. She screamed,
being very angry.
"You mean thing! You threw hot pudding at me, when I did you no harm.
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