_Sanja._ But I must have my dumpling. He’ll not eat an old woman like me. [_Laughing._] Tee-hee-hee! Tee-hee-hee! [_Goes on._]
[_To herself._] If I ever catch that dumpling, I’ll eat every bit of it myself. Tee-hee-hee! [_To Third Lord Jizu._] My good Lord Jizu, have you seen my dumpling pass this way?
_Third Lord Jizu._ Yes, it passed but a moment ago. Do not think of searching for it. The ogre who lives beyond is cruel, and he’ll surely eat you.
_Sanja._ He’ll not eat an old woman like me. Tee-hee-hee! [_They hear a terrible noise. Ogre comes._]
_Third Lord Jizu._ Here comes the ogre. Get behind me. Be quick!
_Ogre._ [_Deep voice._] Good morning, Lord Jizu! I smell meat.
_Third Lord Jizu._ Good morning, Ogre. Is it not dumpling that you smell? I saw one pass along this road a little while ago.
_Ogre._ No, indeed. It is not dumpling. What I smell is meat.
_Third Lord Jizu._ I do not smell it. Are you sure it is not rice dumpling? It seems to me that I smell a little of it about you.
_Ogre._ That is not strange. I saw the dumpling rolling my way. I caught it and ate it. It was good. I wish I had the one who made it. What I smell now is meat, meat, meat; juicy, young, tender. [_Sanja bursts out laughing._]
_Sanja._ I am the one who made the dumpling. Tee-hee-hee! Why did you eat it?
_Sanja._ You couldn’t eat me for that reason. Tee-hee-hee!
_Ogre._ No, I shall not eat you. You shall come home with me and be my cook. As long as you cook your dumplings for me I will not harm you. [_Sanja goes with the ogre._]
_Ogre._ You are a good cook; but you use more rice than you need. You should put but one grain into the pot.
_Sanja._ One grain? Tee-hee-hee. How could any one live on one grain of rice?
_Ogre._ I will show you. Put one grain of rice into the pot. Then take this paddle in your hand. If you want rice for ten persons, stir ten times, in this way. [_Stirs paddle about in the water._] See the grain of rice burst into ten pieces. If you want rice for one hundred persons, stir one hundred times. The grain of rice will burst into one hundred pieces.
_Ogre._ [_To himself._] How strange that she laughs at everything.
_Sanja._ I won’t stay here another day. The ogre is off hunting. Tee-hee-hee. He’ll never know how I got out of the castle and over the river. Tee-hee-hee. Tee-hee-hee. [_Hears call._] Who calls? The ogre. Oh, he sees me! I am afraid to go back.