The Beggars carried bags of grain and poured that grain into a hopper above the Mill-Stone. All the remainder of that day they worked. 

Evening came. The old Miller disengaged gears so the Wheel yet turned, but the Mill-Stone stopped grinding.
 

Jack cried to hear the silence. 
“Foolish boy!” scolded Clever. “Eat and be grateful.” 
Eat they did. 

The children were put in a small room where, being tired and full-fed, they tumbled into sleep. At least Jack and Lively did so, covered over by Golden wings. 

Clever, a careful girl, pretended. Soon she heard whispering, and her brain filled with wonder at what the Miller and the Hound might be plotting.

 

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