At last they caught sight of land.
“There”, said the brother, “where you see the white strand yonder, there’s where we’re to land”; and as he said this he pointed across the water.
“What is it my brother says?” asked the good lassie.
“He says you must throw your casket overboard”, said the stepmother.
“Well, when my brother says it, I must do it”, said the lassie, and overboard went the casket.
When they had sailed a bit farther, the brother pointed again across the lake.
“There you see the castle we’re going to.”
“What is it my brother says?” asked the lassie.
“He says now you must throw your little dog overboard”, said the stepmother.
Then the lassie wept and was sore grieved, for Little Flo was the dearest thing she had in the world, but at last she threw him overboard.