Oldal 164 [164]
"MOTHER- HULDA:
WIDOW had two daughters ; one was
pretty and industrious, the other was
ugly and lazy. And as the ugly one
was her own daughter, she loved her
much the best, and the pretty one was
made to do all the work, and be the
drudge of the house. — Every day the
poor girl had to sit by a well on the
high road and spin until her fingers
bled. Now it happened once that as the spindle was bloody,
she dipped it into the well to wash it; but it slipped out of
her hand and fell in. Then she began to cry, and ran to
her step-mother, and told her of her misfortune ; and her step¬
mother scolded her without mercy, and said in her rage,
“As you have let the spindle fall in, you must go and
fetch it out again !”
Then the girl went back again to the well, not knowing
what to do, and in the despair of her heart she jumped down
into the well the same way the spindle had gone. After that
that grew round her. And she walked on through the
meadow until she came to a baker’s oven that was full of
bread; and the bread called out to her,
“Oh, take me out, take me out, or I shall burn; I am
baked enough already !”
out all the loaves one after the other. And she went farther
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