As for the sister, she made herself so hated, and so many vipers and toads sprang from her mouth, that at last her mother drove her from home. And, after having been refused shelter by all the neighbours, she died in a dark corner of the wood.
Charles Perrault
BLANCHE AND ROSE
Once upon a time there was a poor widow, who had two charming daughters. She named the elder Blanche, and the younger Rose, because they had the most beautiful complexions in the world.
One day, while the mother sat spinning at the door of her cottage, she saw a poor, bent, old woman hobbling by on a crutch. She pitied her, and said:—
“You are very tired. Sit down a minute and rest.”
Then she called her daughters to fetch a chair. They both hastened, but Rose ran faster than her sister and brought it.
“Will you not have a drink?” asked the mother kindly.