In this fashion she came along till she got to the stall where Jem and his mother were , and there she stopped . ` Are you Hannah the herb seller ? ' she asked in a croaky voice as her head shook to and fro . ` Yes , I am , ' was the answer . ` Can I serve you ? ' ` We 'll see ; we 'll see ! Let me look at those herbs . I wonder if you 've got what I want , ' said the old woman as she thrust a pair of hideous brown hands into the herb basket , and began turning over all the neatly packed herbs with her skinny fingers , often holding them up to her nose and sniffing at them . The cobbler 's wife felt much disgusted at seeing her wares treated like this , but she dared not speak . When the old hag had turned over the whole basket she muttered , ` Bad stuff , bad stuff ; much better fifty years ago -- all bad . ' This made Jem very angry ` You are a very rude old woman , ' he cried out . ` First you mess all our nice herbs about with your horrid brown fingers and sniff at them with your long nose till no one else will care to buy them , and then you say it 's all bad stuff , though the duke 's cook himself buys all his herbs from us . ' The old woman looked sharply at the saucy boy , laughed unpleasantly , and said : ` So you do n't like my long nose , sonny ? Well , you shall have one yourself , right down to your chin . ' As she spoke she shuffled towards the hamper of cabbages , took up one after another , squeezed them hard , and threw them back , muttering again , ` Bad stuff , bad stuff . ' ` Do n't waggle your head in that horrid way , ' begged Jem anxiously . ` Your neck is as thin as a cabbage-stalk , and it might easily break and your head fall into the basket , and then who would buy anything ? ' ` Do n't you like thin necks ? ' laughed the old woman . ` Then you sha 'n' t have any , but a head stuck close between your shoulders so that it may be quite sure not to fall off . '
` Do n't talk such nonsense to the child , ' said the mother XXXXX last .
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