Babette ground the beans till she was red in the face. Then she waited for the water to boil. Whilst she was attending to the coffee, rolls and butter appeared on the table and a blue and white china coffee service. The table seemed to have laid itself; for Babette was sure that the man had never moved from the door. Now breakfast was ready. They sat down together, the wizard saying never a word, but lifting one eyebrow at times in a peculiar way that made Babette feel very uncomfortable. After breakfast he went out of the house saying: "Clean the house, make the beds, cook the dinner." "But there is no dinner to cook," said poor Babette. "Find it," was all the reply she could get out of him. Now Babette had not been remarkable for obedience and docility, and if anyone had spoken to her like that at home, she would have rebelled at once; but she felt instinctively that her safety here lay in doing exactly as she was told. The man was half-mad she feared, and if she aroused his wrath, he might do her bodily harm. The tears came into her eyes; she felt quite in despair; but she was a brave girl and determined to make the best of things. The vegetables in the garden occurred to her. She would cook some carrots; that was easy. Stewed plums would do for pudding; but what about the soup and the joint? At this point of her deliberations a hare was thrown over the hedge. This settled the question. Evidently the man did not wish to starve. "But how shall I get its fur off?" thought Babette. "Bah! I shall never be able to skin the creature!" Just then she heard to her joy a "caw caw," seven times repeated, and there she saw her dear ravens sitting on a tree just outside the garden. Now the limit of invisibility did not exist for the witch's favourites. They flew at once to Babette; she told them her troubles, and showed them the hare. "That is an easy matter," said the ravens, "the hare has seven skins; we are seven ravens, each of us will take off one skin, and may we have the pickings?" said the greedy fellows. "Anything, anything you like! Please take it away and bring it back again all ready to pop in the pot!" said Babette. "Potted or jugged hare famous!" said the ravens, and they laughed hoarsely. "Be quiet, be quiet, or the wizard will catch you!" she said in a warning tone. Now the dinner was all ready on the stove. Potatoes she had dug out of the garden. "Hare and carrots and stewed plums, what can anyone want more?" she thought, and felt very proud. But suddenly soup occurred to her. How could she make soup? She had heard that soup was made of bones and water; but she had no bones, and those nice little halfpenny packets for making soup out of nothing were not invented in those days. She put on some hot water with a few carrots and a little chopped parsley in it and plenty of pepper and salt. She tasted it, as a good cook should, and said to herself: "Not bad, I have tasted worse."