_Servant_ [_goes to look_]. _Witch seizes a child and carries her off._ [_Re-enter Mother._ _Mother_ [_to servant_]. Where's my Monday? _Servant._ Under the table. _Mother_ [_calls_]. Monday! _Servant._ Up in the band-box![141] _Mother._ How to get up? _Servant._ Put two broken chairs on a broken table. _Mother._ Suppose I should fall and break my neck? _Servant._ Good enough for you. Mother beats servant, but recovering from her loss, goes out again. Witch enters as before, and carries off successively all the children, and at last the servant. Witch then puts the children in a row, cooks them, and makes them into pies, naming them apple-pie, peach-pie, etc. Mother goes out to buy pies. _Mother_ [_to Witch_]. Have you any pies? _Witch_. Yes, some very nice apple-pies, which you will like. _Mother_ [_tastes_]. This tastes like my Monday. [_Re-animates Monday_.] Monday, who brought you here? [_Beats her, and sends her home._] The mother proceeds in the same manner, and brings to life the other children. C.--The name of the witch in this variation is "Old Mother Cripsy-crops," and the game begins by playing No. 89. When the mother goes out, the children call after her, "Old mother, the kettle boils." She answers, "Take a spoon and stir it." "We haven't got any." "Buy one." "We have no money." "Borrow," says the mother. "People won't lend," reply the children. The witch comes in, and entices Sunday away by fine promises. When the mother comes back, she inquires, "Where's my Sunday?" The children make some excuse, as, "Perhaps he has gone down cellar," etc. She tells Tuesday to take care of Monday, as she had previously placed Monday in charge of Sunday, and goes out again, when the same scene is repeated, until all the children have been carried off. The mother now calls at the witch's house, and asks to be let in. The witch refuses, saying, "No, your shoes are too dirty." "But I will take off my shoes." "Your stockings are too dirty." "Then I will take off my stockings." "Your feet are too dirty." "I will cut off my feet." "That would make the carpet all bloody." "But I must see my children, and you have got them." "What should I know about your children? But if you like you may call to-morrow at twelve."