She looked around upon the green fields and the waving grain, and drew in deep breaths of the fresh country air, and was happy for almost the first time in her little life. By and by she lay back upon the straw and fell asleep; and the farmer, who did not know she was in his cart, drove on for many miles, until at last he stopped at a small wooden farm-house, and jumped to the ground. A woman came to the door to greet him, and he said to her, "Well, mother, we're home again, you see." "So I see," she answered; "but did you bring my groceries?" "Yes," he replied, as he began to unharness the horses; "they are in the cart." So she came to the cart and looked within, and saw Miss Muffet, who was still asleep. "Where did you get the little girl?" asked the farmer's wife, in surprise. "What little girl?" asked he. "The one in the cart." He came to the cart and looked in, and was as surprised as his wife. "She must have climbed into the cart when I left the town," he said; "but waken her, wife, and we will hear what she has to say." So the farmer's wife shook the girl by the arm, and Miss Muffet sat up in the cart and rubbed her eyes and wondered where she was. "How came you in my cart?" asked the farmer. "I caught on behind, and climbed in," answered the girl. "What is your name, and where do you live?" enquired the farmer's wife. "My name is Miss Muffet, and I live in a big city,--but where, I do not know." And that was all she could tell them, so the woman said at last, "We must keep her till some one comes to claim her, and she can earn her living by helping me make the cheeses." "That will be nice," said Miss Muffet, with a laugh, "for Nurse Holloweg never lets me do anything, and I should like to help somebody do something." So they led her into the house, where the farmer's wife wondered at the fine texture of her dress and admired the golden chain that hung around her neck. "Some one will surely come for her," the woman said to her husband, "for she is richly dressed and must belong to a family of some importance." Nevertheless, when they had eaten dinner, for which Little Miss Muffet had a wonderful appetite, the woman took her into the dairy and told her how she could assist her in curdling the milk and preparing it for the cheese-press. "Why, it's really fun to work," said the girl, at first, "and I should like to live here always. I do hope Nurse Holloweg will not find me." After a time, however, she grew weary, and wanted to rest; but the woman had not yet finished her cheese-making, so she bade the girl keep at her tasks. "It's time enough to rest when the work is done," she said, "and if you stay with me you must earn your board. No one is allowed to idle in this house." So Little Miss Muffet, though she felt like crying and was very tired, kept at her work until at length all was finished and the last cheese was in the press.