And on she went. Soon she came to the apple tree, which cried:
'Oh! shake me, shake me, my apples are all quite ripe.'
'I'll see myself farther,' she replied, 'one of them might fall on my head.'
And so she pursued her way. When she came to Mother Holle's house she wasn't the least afraid, for she had been warned about her big teeth, and she readily agreed to become her maid. The first day she worked very hard, and did all her mistress told her, for she thought of the gold she would give her; but on the second day she began to be lazy, and on the third she wouldn't even get up in the morning. She did't make Mother Holle's bed as she ought to have done, and never shook it enough to make the feathers fly. So her mistress soon grew weary of her, and dismissed her, much to the lazy creature's delight.
'For now,' she thought, 'the shower of golden rain will come.'
Mother Holle led her to the same door as she had done her sister, but when she passed through it, instead of the gold rain a kettle full of pitch came showering over her.
'That's a reward for your service,' said Mother Holle, and she closed the door behind her.
So the lazy girl came home all covered with pitch, and when the old hen on the top of the wall saw her, it called out:
'Click, clock, clack,
Our dirty slut's come back.'
But the pitch remained sticking to her, and never as long as she lived could it be got off.[1]
