There was
once a man, whose wife was dead, and a woman, whose husband was dead;
and the man had a daughter, and so had the woman. The girls were
acquainted with each other, and used to play together sometimes in the
woman's house. So the woman said to the man's daughter, "Listen to me,
tell your father that I will marry him, and then you shall have milk to
wash in every morning and wine to drink, and my daughter shall have
water to wash in and water to drink." The girl went home and told her
father what the woman had said.
The man said, "What shall I do! Marriage is a joy, and also a
torment." At last, as he could come to no conclusion, he took off his
boot, and said to his daughter, "Take this boot, it has a hole in the
sole; go up with it into the loft, hang it on the big nail and pour
water in it. If it holds water, I will once more take to me a wife; if
it lets out the water, so will I not."
The girl did as she was told, but the water held the hole
together, and the boot was full up to the top. So she went and told her
father how it was. And he went up to see with his own eyes, and as there
was no mistake about it, he went to the widow and courted her, and then
they had the wedding.
The next morning, when the two girls awoke, there stood by
the bedside of the man's daughter milk to wash in and wine to drink, and
by the bedside of the woman's daughter there stood water to wash in and
water to drink. On the second morning there stood water to wash in and
water to drink for both of them alike. On the third morning there stood
water to wash in and water to drink for the man's daughter, and milk to
wash in and wine to drink for the woman's daughter; and so it remained
ever after. The woman hated her stepdaughter, and never knew how to
treat her badly enough from one day to another. And she was jealous
because her stepdaughter was pleasant and pretty, and her real daughter
was ugly and hateful.
Once in winter, when it was freezing hard, and snow lay deep
on hill and valley, the woman made a frock out of paper, called her
stepdaughter, and said, "Here, put on this frock, go out into the wood
and fetch me a basket of strawberries; I have a great wish for some."
"Oh dear," said the girl, "there are no strawberries to be
found in winter; the ground is frozen, and the snow covers everything.
And why should I go in the paper frock? it is so cold out of doors that
one's breath is frozen; the wind will blow through it, and the thorns
will tear it off my back!"
"How dare you contradict me!" cried the stepmother, "be off,
and don't let me see you again till you bring me a basket of
strawberries." Then she gave her a little piece of hard bread, and said,
"That will do for you to eat during the day," and she thought to
herself, "She is sure to be frozen or starved to death out of doors, and
I shall never set eyes on her again."
So the girl went obediently, put on the paper frock, and
started out with the basket. The snow was lying everywhere, far and
wide, and there was not a blade of green to be seen. When she entered
the wood she saw a little house with three little men peeping out of it.
She wished them good day, and knocked modestly at the door. They called
her in, and she came into the room and sat down by the side of the oven
to warm herself and eat her breakfast. The little men said, "Give us
some of it."
"Willingly," answered she, breaking her little piece of
bread in two, and giving them half. They then said, "What are you doing
here in the wood this winter time in your little thin frock?"
"Oh," answered she, "I have to get a basket of strawberries,
and I must not go home without them." When she had eaten her bread they
gave her a broom, and told her to go and sweep the snow away from the
back door. When she had gone outside to do it the little men talked
among themselves about what they should do for her, as she was so good
and pretty, and had shared her bread with them. Then the first one said,
"She shall grow prettier every day." The second said, "Each time she
speaks a piece of gold shall fall from her mouth." The third said, "A
king shall come and take her for his wife."
In the meanwhile the girl was doing as the little men had
told her, and had cleared the snow from the back of the little house,
and what do you suppose she found? fine ripe strawberries, showing dark
red against the snow! Then she joyfully filled her little basket full,
thanked the little men, shook hands with them all, and ran home in haste
to bring her stepmother the thing she longed for. As she went in and
said, "Good evening," a piece of gold fell from her mouth at once. Then
she related all that had happened to her in the wood, and at each word
that she spoke gold pieces fell out of her mouth, so that soon they were
scattered all over the room.
"Just look at her pride and conceit!" cried the stepsister,
"throwing money about in this way!" but in her heart she was jealous
because of it, and wanted to go too into the wood to fetch strawberries.
But the mother said, "No, my dear little daughter, it is too cold, you
will be frozen to death." But she left her no peace, so at last the
mother gave in, got her a splendid fur coat to put on, and gave her
bread and butter and cakes to eat on the way.
The girl went into the wood and walked straight up to the
little house. The three little men peeped out again, but she gave them
no greeting, and without looking round or taking any notice of them she
came stumping into the room, sat herself down by the oven, and began to
eat her bread and butter and cakes.
"Give us some of that," cried the little men, but she
answered, "I've not enough for myself; how can I give away any?" Now
when she had done with her eating, they said, "Here is a broom, go and
sweep all clean by the back door."
"Oh, go and do it yourselves," answered she; "I am not your
housemaid." But when she saw that they were not going to give her
anything, she went out to the door. Then the three little men said among
themselves, "What shall we do to her, because she is so unpleasant, and
has such a wicked jealous heart, grudging everybody everything?" The
first said, "She shall grow uglier every day." The second said, "Each
time she speaks a toad shall jump out of her mouth at every word." The
third said, "She shall die a miserable death."
The girl was looking outside for strawberries, but as she
found none, she went sulkily home. And directly she opened her mouth to
tell her mother what had happened to her in the wood a toad sprang out
of her mouth at each word, so that every one who came near her was quite
disgusted.
The stepmother became more and more set against the man's
daughter, whose beauty increased day by day, and her only thought was
how to do her some injury. So at last she took a kettle, set it on the
fire, and scalded some yarn in it. When it was ready she hung it over
the poor girl's shoulder, and gave her an axe, and she was to go to the
frozen river and break a hole in the ice, and there to rinse the yarn.
She obeyed, and went and hewed a hole in the ice, and as she was about
it there came by a splendid coach, in which the King sat. The coach
stood still, and the King said, "My child, who art thou, and what art
thou doing there?"
She answered, "I am a poor girl, and am rinsing yarn." Then
the King felt pity for her, and as he saw that she was very beautiful,
he said, "Will you go with me?"
"Oh yes, with all my heart," answered she; and she felt very glad to be out of the way of her mother and sister.
So she stepped into the coach and went off with the King;
and when they reached his castle the wedding was celebrated with great
splendour, as the little men in the wood had foretold.
At the end of a year the young Queen had a son; and as the
stepmother had heard of her great good fortune she came with her
daughter to the castle, as if merely to pay the King and Queen a visit.
One day, when the King had gone out, and when nobody was about, the bad
woman took the Queen by the head, and her daughter took her by the
heels, and dragged her out of bed, and threw her out of the window into a
stream that flowed beneath it. Then the old woman put her ugly daughter
in the bed, and covered her up to her chin.
When the King came back, and wanted to talk to his wife a
little, the old woman cried, "Stop, stop! she is sleeping nicely; she
must be kept quiet to day." The King dreamt of nothing wrong, and came
again the next morning; and as he spoke to his wife, and she answered
him, there jumped each time out of her mouth a toad instead of the piece
of gold as heretofore. Then he asked why that should be, and the old
woman said it was because of her great weakness, and that it would pass
away.
But in the night, the boy who slept in the kitchen saw how
something in the likeness of a duck swam up the gutter, and said,
"My King, what mak'st thou?
Sleepest thou, or wak'st thou?"
But there was no answer. Then it said,
"What cheer my two guests keep they?"
So the kitchen-boy answered,
"In bed all soundly sleep they."
It asked again,
"And my little baby, how does he?"
And he answered,
"He sleeps in his cradle quietly."
Then the duck took the shape of the Queen and went to the
child, and gave him to drink, smoothed his little bed, covered him up
again, and then, in the likeness of a duck, swam back down the gutter.
In this way she came two nights, and on the third she said to the
kitchen-boy, "Go and tell the King to brandish his sword three times
over me on the threshold!" Then the kitchen-boy ran and told the King,
and he came with his sword and brandished it three times over the duck,
and at the third time his wife stood before him living, and hearty, and
sound, as she had been before.
The King was greatly rejoiced, but he hid the Queen in a
chamber until the Sunday came when the child was to be baptized. And
after the baptism he said, "What does that person deserve who drags
another out of; bed and throws him in the water?"
And the old woman answered, "No better than to be put into a
cask with iron nails in it, and to be rolled in it down the hill into
the water." Then said the King, "You have spoken your own sentence;"and
he ordered a cask to be fetched, and the old woman and her daughter were
put into it, and the top hammered down, and the cask was rolled down
the hill into the river.
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