“Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Your Golden Girl’s came back to you!”
So she went into her mother. And as she was thus covered with gold, she was welcomed by both her and the sister.
A HEAVY SHOWER OF GOLD-RAIN FELL
The girl told all that had happened to her. As soon as the mother heard how she had come by such great riches, she was anxious for the same good fortune to befall her ugly and lazy daughter. She had to seat herself by the well and spin. And in order that her shuttle might be stained with blood, she stuck her hand into a thorn-bush, and pricked her finger. Then she threw her shuttle into the well, and jumped in after it.
She came like the other to the beautiful meadow, and walked along the very same path. When she got to the oven, the bread cried again:
“Oh, take me out! Take me out!
Or I shall burn. I am well baked!”
But the lazy thing answered, “As if I wanted to soil myself!” and on she went.
Soon she came to the apple-tree, which cried:
“Oh, shake me! Shake me!
We apples are all ripe!”