Come, little mousey, Come into my housey! Come with me, my precious, I'll give you sweets, delicious! This extraordinary old lady cried, naming things that made the children's mouths water. But there was Haensel's caution! He was not to be caught napping after sunrise. Gretel, however, recalled the flavour of the eave-spout which she had lately tasted and could not help showing a certain amount of interest. "Just what shall I get if I go into your housey?" she inquired; but before the old creature could reply, Haensel had pulled Gretel's petticoat. "Have a care! Do not take anything from her that you can help. She is meaning to fatten us and cook us,"--which was the exact truth. At that moment, Haensel got clear of the rope which had been about his neck and ran to Gretel, but the old witch pointed at them a stick which had been hanging at her girdle, and instantly they found themselves spellbound. She repeated this blood-curdling rhyme, and there they stood, quite helpless: Hocus pocus, witches' charm! Move not as you fear my arm. Back or forward, do not try, Fixed you are, by the evil eye! And "fixed" they were. Now, right in the middle of the forenoon, it began to grow horribly dark, and as it darkened, the little knob on the end of her stick began to glow brilliantly, and as Haensel watched it, fascinated, the witch gradually led him, by the stick's charm, into the stable, and fastened him in. Then the knob of the stick gradually ceased to glow, and Gretel was still standing there. "Now while I feed Haensel up till he is plump as a partridge, you stand where you are," said the witch, and into the house she went. Gretel stood horrified, and Haensel whispered to her: "Don't speak loud, and be very watchful, Gretelkin. Pretend to do everything the witch commands, yet be very watchful. There she comes again"; and so she did, with a basket full of raisins and other things for him to eat. She stuck good things into his mouth, as if she were fattening a Strasburg goose, and after that she disenchanted Gretel with a juniper branch. "Now, then, you go and set the table," she ordered, then turning again to Haensel she found him apparently asleep. "That's good! It is a way to grow fat," she grinned. "I'll just begin my supper with Gretel. She looks quite plump enough as she is. Here, my love," she cried, opening the oven door, and sniffing some gingerbread figures within, "just look into the oven and tell me if it is hot enough to bake in," she called. Oh, when from the oven I take her, She'll look like a cake from the baker,