I been this day, yet have I been faithful. But I am a free woman and can go my way. Just wait and see when more victuals are brought thee! Ungrateful wretch!” She burst into loud weeping and left the room, wiping the porridge off with her apron. Robin turned again to the wall. “She will come back,” he thought, “as she has done before, and she had better bring something I like if she wants me to eat it.” But she didn’t come back. An hour went by. Then another hour. It grew colder and colder.
