We only have one eye between the three of us, and we’re passing it back and forth.

“Sister, what do you see? Do you see the old times long back?” I grope for the eye in her hand.

“No sister,” she says.

“Well, come on, then, give me the eye and let me see.”

“I gave it to you.”

“I don’t have it.”

“Who has it?”

None of us! The eye has been taken! We shall never the see the old times again!

The Grey Woman in The Terrible Head, Blue Fairy Book

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