As they did not come back, their father became impatient and said:  »Perhaps the young rascals are playing about and have forgotten it alto­gether.«  He became anxious lest his little girl should die unbaptised, and in hot vexation he cried:  »I wish the youngsters would all turn into ravens!«

Scarcely were the words uttered when he heard a whirring in the air above his head and, looking upwards, he saw seven coal-black ravens flying away.