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