But like her sister she found her­self first in the beautiful meadow and followed the same path, and when she came to the baker's oven the bread cried out,

        »Oh, take me out, take me out,
        or I shall burn;
        I am quite done already!«

But the lazy-bones answered,  »I have no desire to black my hands,«  and went on farther.  Soon she came to the apple-tree, who called out,

        »Oh, shake me, shake me,
        all of my apples are ripe!«

But she answered,  »That is all very fine;  suppose one of you should fall on my head,«  and went on farther.

When she came to Mother Holle's house she did not feel afraid as she knew beforehand of her great teeth, and entered into her service at once.




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