And the mother said, ‘Hush! thou beast of ill-omen! wilt thou make me burst with misery?’ Next the cat on the roof saw her, and called out ‘Miaouw! miaouw! see here comes Letiko!’ And the mother said, ‘Keep silence! thou beast of ill-omen! wilt thou make me burst with misery?’ Then the cock spied, and called out: ‘Cock-a-doodle-do! see here comes Letiko!’ And the mother said again: ‘Be quiet! thou bird of ill-omen! wilt thou make me burst with misery?’ The nearer Letiko and the two hares came to the house the nearer also came the lamia, and when the hare was about to slip in by the house door she caught it by its little tail and tore it out. When the hare came in the mother stood up and said to it: ‘Welcome, dear little hare; because you have brought me back Letiko I will silver your little tail.’ And she did so; and lived ever after with her daughter in happiness and content. The Daughter Of Buk Ettemsuch Once upon a time there lived a man who had seven daughters. For a long time they dwelt quite happily at home together, then one morning the father called them all before him and said: ‘Your mother and I are going on a journey, and as we do not know how long we may be away, you will find enough provisions in the house to last you three years. But see you do not open the door to anyone till we come home again.’ ‘Very well, dear father,’ replied the girls. For two years they never left the house or unlocked the door; but one day, when they had washed their clothes, and were spreading them out on the roof to dry, the girls looked down into the street where people were walking to and fro, and across to the market, with its stalls of fresh meat, vegetables, and other nice things. ‘Come here,’ cried one. ‘It makes me quite hungry! Why should not we have our share? Let one of us go to the market, and buy meat and vegetables.’ ‘Oh, we mustn’t do that!’ said the youngest. ‘You know our father forbade us to open the door till he came home again.’ Then the eldest sister sprang at her and struck her, the second spit at her, the third abused her, the fourth pushed her, the fifth flung her to the ground, and the sixth tore her clothes. Then they left her lying on the floor, and went out with a basket. In about an hour they came back with the basket full of meat and vegetables, which they put in a pot, and set on the fire, quite forgetting that the house door stood wide open. The youngest sister, however, took no part in all this, and when dinner was ready and the table laid, she stole softly out to the entrance hall, and hid herself behind a great cask which stood in one corner. Now, while the other sisters were enjoying their feast, a witch passed by, and catching sight of the open door, she walked in. She went up to the eldest girl, and said: ‘Where shall I begin on you, you fat bolster?’ ‘You must begin,’ answered she, ‘with the hand which struck my little sister.’