By and by she passed the pipal tree, and lo! on the branch she had tied up hung a string of pearls.
'Take it, Peasie, take it!' rustled te pipal; 'I caught it from a Prince's turban as a reward for your kindness.'
Then she took the pearls, fastened them round her pretty slender throat, and went on her way rejoicing.
Farther on she came to the fire, burning brightly, and on it was a girdle with a nice hot sweet-cake.
'Take it, Peasie, take it!' crackled the fire; 'I have cooked it to a turn, in reward for your kindness.'
So lucky Peasie took the nice hot cake, and dividing it into two pieces, put one aside for her sister, and ate the other while she went on her way.
Now when she reached the plum-tree, the topmost branches were bending down, covered with ripe yellow fruit.
