She told him how happy she was and how pleasantly she passed the time, spinning and singing and working. Then she took a table-cloth and filled it with golden ducats and gave it to him.
So he went away very happy, thanking God for the good fortune that had come to Lenka.
As he neared home, the old dog that lay at the door said to the stepmother:
“Bow-wow, mistress, here comes the master. It’s chink-chink the money before him and chink-chink the money behind him!”
“Not so, old dog!” the stepmother cried. “It’s rattle-rattle bones before him and rattle-rattle bones behind him!”
Now when the man came into the cottage, he said: “Wife, give me a basket and let me empty this tablecloth.”
“What!” she cried. “Do you expect me to give you a basket for your daughter’s bones?”
But he began to chink the golden ducats and then she got a basket fast enough.
When she had all the ducats safely put away she said:
“Isn’t it just like you to find a place like that for your Lenka! But what have you ever done for my
