Well, off they started, she sitting on his back, and they went far and long. At last they came to a grand house, and there her brothers and sisters were running about out of doors at play, and everything was so pretty 'twas a joy to see.
"This is where your father and mother live now," said the White Bear; "but don't forget what I told you, or you'll make us both unlucky."
No—bless her!—she'd not forget, and when they reached the house the White Bear turned right about and left her.
Then, when she went in to see her father and mother, there was such joy there was no end to it. None of them could thank her enough for all the good fortune she had brought them.
They had everything they wished, as fine as could be, and they all wanted to know how she got on and where she lived.
Well, she said it was very good to live where she did, and she had all she wished. What she said besides I don't know, but I don't believe any of them had the right end of the stick, or that they got much out of her.
But after dinner her sister called her outside the room, and asked all manner of questions about the White Bear—whether he was cross, and whether she ever set eyes on him, and such like—and the end of it all was that she told her sister the story of how the White Bear was under a spell.
But the other girl wouldn't listen to the story, for she said it couldn't be true, and this made the youngest daughter very angry.
In the evening the White Bear came and fetched her away, and when they had gone a bit of the way he asked her whether she had done as he had told her and refused to speak about him.
Then she confessed that she had spoken a few words to her sister about him, and the Bear was very angry, for he said she would surely bring bad luck to them both.