Then they asked her what she was doing in the depths of winter in her thin dress. ‘Oh,’ she answered, ‘I have been sent to get a basketful of strawberries, and I daren’t show my face again at home till I bring them with me.’ When she had finished her bread they gave her a broom and told her to sweep away the snow from the back door. As soon as she left the room to do so, the three little men consulted what they should give her as a reward for being so sweet and good, and for sharing her last crust with them. The first said: ‘Every day she shall grow prettier.’ The second: ‘Every time she opens her mouth a piece of gold shall fall out.’ And the third: ‘A King shall come and marry her.’ The girl in the meantime was doing as the Dwarfs had bidden her, and was sweeping the snow away from the back door, and what do you think she found there?—heaps of fine ripe strawberries that showed out dark red against the white snow. She joyfully picked enough to fill her basket, thanked the little men for their kindness, shook hands with them, and ran home to bring her stepmother what she had asked for. When she walked in and said; Good evening,’ a piece of gold fell out of her mouth. Then she told what had happened to her in the wood, and at every word pieces of gold dropped from her mouth, so that the room was soon covered with them. ‘She’s surely more money than wit to throw gold about like that,’ said her stepsister, but in her secret heart she was very jealous, and determined that she too would go to the wood and look for strawberries. But her mother refused to let her go, saying: ‘My dear child, it is far too cold; you might freeze to death.’ The girl however left her no peace, so she was forced at last to give in, but she insisted on her putting on a beautiful fur cloak, and she gave her bread and butter and cakes to eat on the way. The girl went straight to the little house in the wood, and as before the three little men were looking out of the window. She took no notice of them, and without as much as ‘By your leave,’ or ‘With your leave,’ she flounced into the room, sat herself down at the fire, and began to eat her bread and butter and cakes. ‘Give us some,’ cried the Dwarfs. But she answered: ‘No, I won’t, it’s hardly enough for myself; so catch me giving you any.’ When she had finished eating they said: ‘There’s a broom for you, go and clear up our back door.’ ‘I’ll see myself further,’ she answered rudely. ‘Do it yourselves; I’m not your servant.’ When she saw that they did not mean to give her anything, she left the house in no amiable frame of mind. Then the three little men consulted what they should do to her, because she was so bad and had such an evil, covetous heart, that she grudged everybody their good fortune. The first said: ‘She shall grow uglier every day.’ The second: ‘Every time she speaks a toad shall jump out of her mouth.’ And the third: ‘She shall die a most miserable death.’