| There was once a widow who had two daughters - one of |
| whom was pretty and industrious, whilst the other was ugly |
| and idle. But she was much fonder of the ugly and idle one, |
| because she was her own daughter. And the other, who was a |
| step-daughter, was obliged to do all the work, and be the |
| cinderella of the house. Every day the poor girl had to sit by a |
| well, in the highway, and spin and spin till her fingers bled. |
| Now it happened that one day the shuttle was marked with her |
| blood, so she dipped it in the well, to wash the mark off, but it |
| dropped out of her hand and fell to the bottom. She began to |
| weep, and ran to her step-mother and told her of the mishap. But |
| she scolded her sharply, and was so merciless as to say, since |
| you have let the shuttle fall in, you must fetch it out again. |
| So the girl went back to the well, and did not know what to do. |
| And in the sorrow of her heart she jumped into the well to get the |
| shuttle. She lost her senses. And when she awoke and came to |
| herself again, she was in a lovely meadow where the sun was |
| shining and many thousands of flowers were growing. Across this |
| meadow she went, and at last came to a baker's oven full of bread, |
| and the bread cried out, oh, take me out. Take me out. Or I shall |
| burn. I have been baked a long time. So she went up to it, and |
| took out all the loaves one after another with the bread-shovel. |
| After that she went on till she came to a tree covered with apples, |
| which called out to her, oh, shake me. Shake me. We apples are |
| all ripe. So she shook the tree till the apples fell like rain, |
| and went on shaking till they were all down, and when she had |
| gathered them into a heap, she went on her way. |
| At last she came to a little house, out of which an old woman |
| peeped. But she had such large teeth that the girl was |
| frightened, and was about to run away. But the old woman called |
| out to her, what are you afraid of, dear child. Stay with me. |
| If you will do all the work in the house properly, you shall be |
| the better for it. Only you must take care to make my bed well, |
| and shake it thoroughly till the feathers fly - for then there |
| is snow on the earth. I am mother holle. |
| As the old woman spoke so kindly to her, the girl took courage |
| and agreed to enter her service. She attended to everything to the |
| satisfaction of her mistress, and always shook her bed so vigorously |
| that the feathers flew about like snow-flakes. So she had a |
| pleasant life with her. Never an angry word. And to eat she had |
| boiled or roast meat every day. |
| She stayed some time with mother holle, before she became sad. |
| At first she did not know what was the matter with her, but found |
| at length that it was home-sickness. Although she was many thousand |
| times better off here than at home, still she had a longing to be |
| there. At last she said to the old woman, I have a longing for |
| home, and however well off I am down here, I cannot stay any |
| longer. I must go up again to my own people. Mother holle said, |
| I am pleased that you long for your home again, and as you have |
| served me so truly, I myself will take you up again. Thereupon |
| she took her by the hand, and led her to a large door. The door |
| was opened, and just as the maiden was standing beneath the |
| doorway, a heavy shower of golden rain fell, and all the gold clung |
| to her, so that she was completely covered over with it. |
| You shall have that because you have been so industrious, said |
| mother holle, and at the same time she gave her back the shuttle |
| which she had let fall into the well. Thereupon the door closed, |
| and the maiden found herself up above upon the earth, not far |
| from her mother's house. |
| And as she went into the yard the cock was sitting on the well, |
| and cried - |
| cock-a-doodle-doo. |
| Your golden girl's come back to you. |
| So she went in to her mother, and as she arrived thus covered with |
| gold, she was well received, both by her and her sister. |
| The girl told all that had happened to her, and as soon as the |
| mother heard how she had come by so much wealth, she was very |
| anxious to obtain the same good luck for the ugly and lazy daughter. |
| She had to seat herself by the well and spin. And in order that |
| her shuttle might be stained with blood, she stuck her hand into a |
| thorn bush and pricked her finger. Then she threw her shuttle |
| into the well, and jumped in after it. |
| She came, like the other, to the beautiful meadow and walked |
| along the very same path. When she got to the oven the bread again |
| cried, oh, take me out. Take me out. Or I shall burn. I have been |
| baked a long time. But the lazy thing answered, as if I had any |
| wish to make myself dirty. And on she went. Soon she came to the |
| apple-tree, which cried, oh, shake me. Shake me. We apples are all |
| ripe. But she answered, I like that. One of you might fall on |
| my head, and so went on. When she came to mother holle's house |
| she was not afraid, for she had already heard of her big teeth, and |
| she hired herself to her immediately. |
| The first day she forced herself to work diligently, and obeyed |
| mother holle when she told her to do anything, for she was thinking |
| of all the gold that she would give her. But on the second day |
| she began to be lazy, and on the third day still more so, and then |
| she would not get up in the morning at all. Neither did she make |
| mother holle's bed as she ought, and did not shake it so as to |
| make the feathers fly up. Mother holle was soon tired of this, and |
| gave her notice to leave. The lazy girl was willing enough to go, |
| and thought that now the golden rain would come. Mother holle led |
| her also to the great door, but while she was standing beneath it, |
| instead of the gold a big kettleful of pitch was emptied over her. |
| That is the reward for your service, said mother holle, and shut |
| the door. |
| So the lazy girl went home, but she was quite covered with pitch, |
| and the cock on the well, as soon as he saw her, cried out - |
| cock-a-doodle-doo. |
| Your dirty girl's come back to you. |
| But the pitch clung fast to her, and could not be got off as long |
| as she lived. |
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