Where am I to seek her with a bell, if nature formed Nardella (may her soul rest in glory and then broke the mould? The She-Bear (Italy, Giambattista Basile).
She asked about her, and was told not to talk about what she did not understand, "a dirty little wretch like her." Then the prince had another feast; and she asked leave again, and the queen refused, and threw a candlestick at her, and. Rashen Coatie (Scotland, Peter Buchan).