And now the best food was cooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got noting but crab-shells. Every morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried. Hansel, strech out your finger that I may feel if you will soon be fat. Hansel, however, stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman. Who had dim eyes. Could not see it. She thought it was Hansel's finger. She was astonished that there was no way of fattening him.