the lassie filled her jug and carried it home , without troubling any more about the matter . but late that night , just as her mother and she were going to bed , something came with a faint " thud , thud , " against the cottage door . then they heard a tiny little voice singing : " oh , open the door , my hinnie , my heart , oh , open the door , my own true love ; remember the promise that you and i made down in the meadow , where we two met . " " hush , " said the old woman , raising her head . " what noise is that at the door ? " " oh , " said her daughter , who was feeling rather frightened , " it 's only a yellow paddock . " " poor bit beastie , " said the kind - hearted old mother . " open the door and let him in . it 's cold work sitting on the doorstep . " so the lassie , very unwillingly opened the door , and the paddock came jump - jump - jumping across the kitchen , and sat down at the fireside . 
frightened .
how will the daughter feel when she hears the yellow paddock at her door ?
how will the daughter feel when she hears the yellow paddock at her door ?