But she answered, “I like that! One of you might fall on my head!” and on she went.
When she came to Mother Holle’s house, she was not afraid, for she had already heard about her big teeth. She hired herself out immediately.
The first day, she made herself work diligently, and obeyed Mother Holle, when she told her to do anything, for she was thinking of all the gold that she would give her.
But on the second day, she began to be lazy, and on the third day stall more so, for then she would not get up in the morning. Neither did she make Mother Holle’s bed carefully, nor shake it so as to make the feathers fly up.
Mother Holle was soon tired of this, and gave her notice to leave. The lazy girl was willing to go, and thought that now the Gold-Rain would come. Mother Holle led her to the great doorway. But while she was standing under it, instead of gold, a big kettleful of pitch was emptied over her.
“That is the reward of your service,” said Mother Holle, and shut the door.
So the lazy girl went home. She was covered with pitch, and the cock by the well, as soon as he saw her, cried out:
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Your Pitchy Girl’s come back to you!”
But the pitch stuck fast to her, and could not be got off so long as she lived.