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266                     THE ENCHANTED CANARY
older, the little gypsy became much more remarkable for strength and cunning than for sense or beauty. She had a low forehead, a flat nose, thick lips, coarse hair, and a skin not golden like that of Zizi, but the colour of clay.
As she was always being teased about her complexion, she got as noisy and cross as a titmouse. So they used to call her Titty.
Titty was often sent by the bricklayer to fetch water from the fountain, and as she was very proud and lazy the gypsy disliked this very much.
It was she who had frightened Zizi by appearing with her pitcher on her shoulder. Just as she was stooping to fill it, she saw reflected in the water the lovely image of the Princess.
' "What a pretty face ! ' she exclaimed, ■ Why, it must be mine ! How in the world can they call me ugly ? I am certainly much too pretty to be their water-carrier!'
So saying, she broke her pitcher and went home.
' Where is your pitcher ? ' asked the bricklayer.
' Well, what do you expect ? The pitcher may go many times to the well. . . .'
' But at last it is broken. Well, here is a bucket that will not break.'
The gypsy returned to the fountain, and addressing once more the image of Zizi, she said :
' No; I don't mean to be a beast of burden any longer.' And she flung the bucket so high in the air that it stuck in the branches of an oak.
' I met a wolf,' she told the bricklayer, ' and I broke the bucket across his nose.'
The bricklayer asked her no more questions, but took down a broom and gave her such a beating that her pride was humbled a little.
Then he handed to her an old copper milk-can, and said :
' If you don't bring it back full, your bones shall suffer for it.'
XI
Titty went off rubbing her sides; but this time she did not dare to disobey, and in a very bad temper stooped down over the well. It was not at all easy to fill the milk-can, which was large and round. It would not go down into the well, and the gypsy had to try again and again.
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