Over the weeks, the villagers began to notice a change in the ugly girl.
If one of her legs was still shorter than the other, her hips moved with a swing that didn't please them.
If she still smelt funny, she sang while she gutted the fish.
She bought a new frock and wore flowers in her hair.
Even her eyebrows no longer met in the middle: the wicker husband had pulled them out with his strong,
withied fingers. When the villagers passed the ugly girl's house, they saw it had been painted anew
, the windows sparkled, and the door no longer hung askew.