“You shall have that because you are so industrious,” said Mother Holle. And at the same time, she gave her back the shuttle which she had let fall into the well. Thereupon the door closed, and the girl found herself again upon the earth, not far from her mother’s house. As she went into the yard, the cock was standing by the well, and cried: “_Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your Golden Girl’s came back to you!_” So she went into her mother. And as she was thus covered with gold, she was welcomed by both her and the sister. [Illustration: A HEAVY SHOWER OF GOLD-RAIN FELL] The girl told all that had happened to her. As soon as the mother heard how she had come by such great riches, she was anxious for the same good fortune to befall her ugly and lazy daughter. She had to seat herself by the well and spin. And in order that her shuttle might be stained with blood, she stuck her hand into a thorn-bush, and pricked her finger. Then she threw her shuttle into the well, and jumped in after it. She came like the other to the beautiful meadow, and walked along the very same path. When she got to the oven, the bread cried again: “_Oh, take me out! Take me out! Or I shall burn. I am well baked!_” But the lazy thing answered, “As if I wanted to soil myself!” and on she went. Soon she came to the apple-tree, which cried: “_Oh, shake me! Shake me! We apples are all ripe!_” But she answered, “I like that! One of you might fall on my head!” and on she went. When she came to Mother Holle’s house, she was not afraid, for she had already heard about her big teeth. She hired herself out immediately. The first day, she made herself work diligently, and obeyed Mother Holle, when she told her to do anything, for she was thinking of all the gold that she would give her. But on the second day, she began to be lazy, and on the third day stall more so, for then she would not get up in the morning. Neither did she make Mother Holle’s bed carefully, nor shake it so as to make the feathers fly up. Mother Holle was soon tired of this, and gave her notice to leave. The lazy girl was willing to go, and thought that now the Gold-Rain would come. Mother Holle led her to the great doorway. But while she was standing under it, instead of gold, a big kettleful of pitch was emptied over her. “That is the reward of your service,” said Mother Holle, and shut the door. So the lazy girl went home. She was covered with pitch, and the cock by the well, as soon as he saw her, cried out: “_Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your Pitchy Girl’s come back to you!_” But the pitch stuck fast to her, and could not be got off so long as she lived. [Illustration] THE TWO TRAVELERS Hill and vale do not come together, but the children of men do, good and bad. In this way a shoemaker and a tailor once met with each other in their travels.