It was she who had frightened Zizi by appearing with her pitcher on her shoulder . Just as she was stooping to fill it , she saw reflected in the water the lovely image of the Princess . ` What a pretty face ! ' she exclaimed , ` Why , it must be mine ! How in the world can they call me ugly ? I am certainly much too pretty to be their water carrier ! ' So saying , she broke her pitcher and went home . ` Where is your pitcher ? ' asked the bricklayer . ` Well , what do you expect ? The pitcher may go many times to the well ... ' ` But at last it is broken . Well , here is a bucket that will not break . ' The gypsy returned to the fountain , and addressing once more the image of Zizi , she said : ` No ; I do n't mean to be a beast of burden any longer . ' And she flung the bucket so high in the air that it stuck in the branches of an oak . ' I met a wolf , ' she told the bricklayer , ` and I broke the bucket across his nose . ' The bricklayer asked her no more questions , but took down a broom and gave her such a beating that her pride was humbled a little . Then he handed to her an old copper milk-can , and said : ` If you do n't bring it back full , your bones shall suffer for it . ' XI Titty went off rubbing her sides ; but this time she did not dare to disobey , and in a very bad temper stooped down over the well . It was not at all easy to fill the milk-can , which was large and round . It would not go down into the well , and the gypsy had to try again and again .
At last her arms grew so tired that when she did manage to get the can properly under the water she had no strength XXXXX pull it up , and it rolled to the bottom .
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