



          Just then, the red petals fell, and another child began to grow. 
     But this one was a dirty mess, with tangled red hair that stuck out 
     all over. Her clothes were rags, she carried a wooden ladle, and she 
     sat on a baby billy goat. 
          "Pick me, Mama, I'm ripe!" called the child. 
          The Queen rushed to pick her. "Am I your Mama?" said the Queen. 
     "How terrible! I shall call you Mop Top." 
          "Mop Top! Mop Top!" yelled the child. With her wooden ladle, she 
     bopped her billy goat's butt, and the billy goat galloped round and 
     round the tree. 
          So now the Queen had the children she wished for. Fair Hair was 
     as good as gold, so the Queen could hug her as much as she liked. And 
     Mop Top was always into mischief, so the Queen could scold her as much 
     as she liked. 
          As for the two sisters, they loved each other dearly and were 
     never apart. 



