So the story ended well after all; and the fairy Tulip, who turned out
to be the old woman of the hut, made the young couple such a wedding
feast as had never been seen since the world began. And everybody was
delighted, except Cerisette and her mother, who were put in a boat and
carried to a small island, where they had to work hard for their living.
[Contes des Fees, par Madame d’Aulnoy.]
The Girl-Fish
Once upon a time there lived, on the bank of a stream, a man and a
woman who had a daughter. As she was an only child, and very pretty
besides, they never could make up their minds to punish her for her
faults or to teach her nice manners; and as for work-- she laughed in
her mother’s face if she asked her to help cook the dinner or to wash
the plates. All the girl would do was to spend her days in dancing and
playing with her friends; and for any use she was to her parents they
might as well have no daughter at all.
However, one morning her mother looked so tired that even the selfish
girl could not help seeing it, and asked if there was anything she was
able to do, so that her mother might rest a little.
The good woman looked so surprised and grateful for this offer that the
girl felt rather ashamed, and at that moment would have scrubbed down
the house if she had been requested; but her mother only begged her to
take the fishing-net out to the bank of the river and mend some holes
in it, as her father intended to go fishing that night.
The girl took the net and worked so hard that soon there was not a hole
to be found. She felt quite pleased with herself, though she had had
plenty to amuse her, as everybody who passed by had stopped and had a
chat with her. But by this time the sun was high overhead, and she was
just folding her net to carry it home again, when she heard a splash
behind her, and looking round she saw a big fish jump into the air.
Seizing the net with both hands, she flung it into the water where the
circles were spreading one behind the other, and, more by luck than
skill, drew out the fish.
‘Well, you are a beauty!’ she cried to herself; but the fish looked up
to her and said:
‘You had better not kill me, for, if you do, I will turn you into a
fish yourself!’
The girl laughed contemptuously, and ran straight in to her mother.
‘Look what I have caught,’ she said gaily; ‘but it is almost a pity to
eat it, for it can talk, and it declares that, if I kill it, it will
turn me into a fish too.’
‘Oh, put it back, put it back!’ implored the mother. ‘Perhaps it is
skilled in magic. And I should die, and so would your father, if
anything should happen to you.’
‘Oh, nonsense, mother; what power could a creature like that have over
me? Besides, I am hungry, and if I don’t have my dinner soon, I shall
be cross.’ And off she went to gather some flowers to stick in her
hair.
About an hour later the blowing of a horn told her that dinner was
ready.
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