Poor Baucis kept wishing that she might starve for a week to come, if it were possible by so doing to provide these hungry folks with a more plentiful supper.
And since the supper was so small, she could not help wishing that their appetites had not been quite so large.
Why, at their very first sitting down the travelers both drank off all the milk in their two bowls!
"A little more milk, kind Mother Baucis, if you please," said Quicksilver. "The day has been hot, and I am very thirsty."
"Now, my dear people," answered Baucis, "I am so sorry and ashamed!
But the truth is, there is hardly a drop more milk in the pitcher."
"Why, it seems to me," cried Quicksilver, starting up from the table and taking the pitcher by the handle,
"it really seems to me that there is more milk in the pitcher."
So saying, he filled not only his own bowl but his companion's also from the pitcher that was supposed to be almost empty.
The good woman could scarcely believe her eyes.
She had certainly poured out nearly all the milk;
and she had peeped in afterwards and seen the bottom of the pitcher as she set it down on the table.