The old woman took the piece of dough, but then she asked for the girl’s attention again. Finally, she agreed and gave the woman a teeny tiny bit of dough, just to get rid of her. The girl was very reluctant to give anyone anything for free, but the old lady wouldn’t go away and she thought it would be bad for business if there was a beggar in the shop for too long. “Please, my dear,” the small old lady said, “would you be so kind and give me a bit of your dough? I haven’t eaten for three days and I don’t have two farthings to rub together.” One day, when she was working alone, an old woman came into the shop.
The baker had a daughter with blue eyes and dark hair who helped him in the shop, and she was just as rotten as her father. Every night he would sit at his little kitchen table and count how much money he had made that day, cackling gleefully. He sold yummy breads and sweet pastries, but he also knew every trick in the book when it came to cheating customers out of their money. A long, long time ago, in a small town in Hertfordshire, there lived a baker who was very, very greedy.
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