At last she arrived, rather tired, at her old father's house, but his delight at seeing her was so great that he would scarcely let her away in the evening, and insisted on giving her a spinning-wheel, a buffalo, some brass pots, a bed, and all sorts of things, just as if she had been a bride going to her husband. These she put on the buffalo's back, and set off homewards.
Now, as she passed the stream, she saw a web of fine cloth floating down.
'Take it, Peasie, take it!' tinkled the stream; 'I have carried it far, as a reward for your kindness.'
So she gathered up the cloth, laid it on the buffalo, and went on her way.
By and by she passed the pîpal tree, and lo! on the branch she had tied up hung a string of pearls.
'Take it, Peasie, take it!' rustled the pîpal; 'I caught it from a Prince's turban as a reward for your kindness.'
Then she took the pearls, fastened them round her pretty slender throat, and went on her way rejoicing.
[Illustration: Peasie and her buffalo]
Farther on she came to the fire, burning brightly, and on it was a girdle with a nice hot sweet-cake.
'Take it, Peasie, take it!' crackled the fire; 'I have cooked it to a turn, in reward for your kindness.'