The good maid, wishing to save her fellow-damsel so long a suffering, tried with might and main to bear in mind the name of the potent herb. At length she dropped asleep, and when she opened her eyes, she knew nothing at all about the matter.
‘If you are thirsty,’ said the waiting-maid, ‘get off your horse yourself, and lie down and drink out of the water, I don't choose to be your servant.’
As soon as the Mouse and the Dried Pea looked into the soup pot they saw what had happened. ‘Oh, dear!’ said the Sausage. ‘Poor Mouse is drowned in the soup.’