Without telling him my design, I left his house careless of what should become of me.

Hunger, however, soon compelled me to think of some immediate mode of obtaining relief.

I sat down upon a stone, before the door of a baker's shop: the smell of hot bread tempted me in, and with a feeble voice I demanded charity.
"The master baker gave me as much bread as I could eat, upon condition that I should change dresses with him and carry the rolls for him through the city this day.

To this I readily consented; but I had soon reason to repent of my compliance.

Indeed, if my ill-luck had not, as usual, deprived me at this critical moment of memory and judgment, I should never have complied with the baker's treacherous proposal.