At last she came to a little house, and an old woman was peeping out of it, but she had such great teeth that the girl was terrified and about to run away, except the old woman called her back. »What are you afraid of, my dear child? Come and live with me, and if you do the housework well and orderly, things shall go well with you. You must take great pains to make my bed well, and shake it up thoroughly so that the feathers fly about, and then in the world it snows, for I am Mother Holle.« As the old woman spoke so kindly, the girl took courage, consented, and went to her work.