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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.
There was once a man who had seven sons, and still he had
no daughter, however much he wished for one. At length his
wife again gave him hope of a child, and when it came into
the world it was a girl. The joy was great, but the child was
sickly and small, and had to be privately baptized on account of
its weakness. The father sent one of the boys in haste to the
spring to fetch water for the baptism. The other six went with
him, and as each of them wanted to be first to fill it, the jug
fell into the well. There they stood and did not know what to do,
and none of them dared to go home. As they still did not return,
the father grew impatient, and said, they have certainly forgotten
it while playing some game, the wicked boys. He became afraid that
the girl would have to die without being baptized, and in his
anger cried, I wish the boys were all turned into ravens. Hardly
was the word spoken before he heard a whirring of wings over his
head, looked up and saw seven coal-black ravens flying away.

The parents could not withdraw the curse, and however sad they
were at the loss of their seven sons, they still to some extent
comforted themselves with their dear little daughter, who soon
grew strong and every day became more beautiful. For a long time
she did not know that she had had brothers, for her parents were
careful not to mention them before her, but one day she
accidentally heard some people saying of herself, that the girl was
certainly beautiful, but that in reality she was to blame for the
misfortune which had befallen her seven brothers. Then she was much
troubled, and went to her father and mother and asked if it was
true that she had had brothers, and what had become of them. The
parents now dared keep the secret no longer, but said that what
had befallen her brothers was the will of heaven, and that her
birth had only been the innocent cause. But the maiden took it to
heart daily, and thought she must save her brothers. She had no
rest or peace until she set out secretly, and went forth into the
wide world to search for her brothers and set them free, let it
cost what it might. She took nothing with her but a little ring
belonging to her parents as a keepsake, a loaf of bread against
hunger, a little pitcher of water against thirst, and a little
chair as a provision against weariness.

And now she went continually onwards, far, far to the very end of
the world. Then she came to the sun, but it was too hot and
terrible, and devoured little children. Hastily she ran away, and
ran to the moon, but it was far too cold, and also awful and
malicious, and when it saw the child, it said, I smell, I smell
the flesh of men. At this she ran swiftly away, and came to the
stars, which were kind and good to her, and each of them sat on its
own particular little chair. But the morning star arose, and gave
her the drumstick of a chicken, and said, if you have not that
drumstick you can not open the glass mountain, and in the glass
mountain are your brothers.

The maiden took the drumstick, wrapped it carefully in a cloth,
and went onwards again until she came to the glass mountain. The
door was shut, and she thought she would take out the drumstick.
But when she undid the cloth, it was empty, and she had lost the
good star's present. What was she now to do. She wished to rescue
her brothers, and had no key to the glass mountain. The good

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.

There was once a man who had seven sons, and still he had

no daughter, however much he wished for one. At length his

wife again gave him hope of a child, and when it came into

the world it was a girl. The joy was great, but the child was

sickly and small, and had to be privately baptized on account of

its weakness. The father sent one of the boys in haste to the

spring to fetch water for the baptism. The other six went with

him, and as each of them wanted to be first to fill it, the jug

fell into the well. There they stood and did not know what to do,

and none of them dared to go home. As they still did not return,

the father grew impatient, and said, they have certainly forgotten

it while playing some game, the wicked boys. He became afraid that

the girl would have to die without being baptized, and in his

anger cried, I wish the boys were all turned into ravens. Hardly

was the word spoken before he heard a whirring of wings over his

head, looked up and saw seven coal-black ravens flying away.

The parents could not withdraw the curse, and however sad they

were at the loss of their seven sons, they still to some extent

comforted themselves with their dear little daughter, who soon

grew strong and every day became more beautiful. For a long time

she did not know that she had had brothers, for her parents were

careful not to mention them before her, but one day she

accidentally heard some people saying of herself, that the girl was

certainly beautiful, but that in reality she was to blame for the

misfortune which had befallen her seven brothers. Then she was much

troubled, and went to her father and mother and asked if it was

true that she had had brothers, and what had become of them. The

parents now dared keep the secret no longer, but said that what

had befallen her brothers was the will of heaven, and that her

birth had only been the innocent cause. But the maiden took it to

heart daily, and thought she must save her brothers. She had no

rest or peace until she set out secretly, and went forth into the

wide world to search for her brothers and set them free, let it

cost what it might. She took nothing with her but a little ring

belonging to her parents as a keepsake, a loaf of bread against

hunger, a little pitcher of water against thirst, and a little

chair as a provision against weariness.

And now she went continually onwards, far, far to the very end of

the world. Then she came to the sun, but it was too hot and

terrible, and devoured little children. Hastily she ran away, and

ran to the moon, but it was far too cold, and also awful and

malicious, and when it saw the child, it said, I smell, I smell

the flesh of men. At this she ran swiftly away, and came to the

stars, which were kind and good to her, and each of them sat on its

own particular little chair. But the morning star arose, and gave

her the drumstick of a chicken, and said, if you have not that

drumstick you can not open the glass mountain, and in the glass

mountain are your brothers.

The maiden took the drumstick, wrapped it carefully in a cloth,

and went onwards again until she came to the glass mountain. The

door was shut, and she thought she would take out the drumstick.

But when she undid the cloth, it was empty, and she had lost the

good star's present. What was she now to do. She wished to rescue

her brothers, and had no key to the glass mountain. The good