So the little old woman opened the door and went in and well pleased she was when she saw the porridge on the table. The door was not fastened, because the bears were good bears, who did nobody any harm, and never suspected that anybody would harm them. She could not have been a good, honest, old woman for, first, she looked in at the window, and then she peeped in at the keyhole, and, seeing nobody in the house, she lifted the latch. And while they were walking a little old woman came to the house.
One day, after they had made the porridge for their breakfast and poured it into their porridge pots, they walked out into the wood while the porridge was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths by beginning too soon to eat it.
