shook till there were no more left, and when she had gathered them all into a heap, went on her way.
At last she came to a little house, out of which an old woman was looking. She had very large teeth, and the maiden was so frightened that she wanted to run away.
But the old woman called her, and said, ‘What are you afraid of, dear child? Stay with me, and if you can do all kinds of housework well, I shall be very pleased. But you must be very particular how you make my bed; it must be thoroughly shaken, so that the feathers fly, then it snows in the world. I am Mother Hulda.’[1]
At last she came to a little house, out of which an old woman was looking.
As the old woman spoke so kindly to her, she took heart and agreed to stay, and she began her duties at once.
She did everything to the old woman’s satisfaction, and shook up the bed with such a will, that the feathers flew about like snow. So she led a very happy life; she had no hard words, but good food, both roast and boiled, every day.
Now after she had been some time with Mother Hulda, she grew sad. At first she did not know what was the matter,- ↑ According to a Hessian legend, when it snows, Mother Hulda is making her bed.
