“Get along with you! Are you blind that you can’t see our hands and feet are quite dead?”
Still lower descended Frost, still more put forth his might, and said:
“Are ye warm, maidens?”
“Into the bottomless pit with you! Out of sight, accursed one!” cried the girls—and became lifeless forms.
Next morning the old woman said to her husband:
Old man, go and get the sledge harnessed; put an armful of hay in it, and take some sheepskin wraps. I dare say the girls are half-dead with cold. There’s a terrible frost outside! And, mind you, old greybeard, do it quickly!”
Before the old man could manage to get a bite he was out of doors and on his way. When he came to where his daughters were he found them dead. So he lifted the girls on to the sledge, wrapped a blanket round them, and covered them up with a bark mat. The old woman saw him fromj afar, ran out to meet him, and called out ever so loud:
“Where are the girls?”
“In the sledge.”
The old woman lifted the mat, undid the blanket, and found the girls both dead.
Then like a thunderstorm she broke out against her husband, abusing him, and saying:
“What have you done, you old wretch? You have destroyed my daughters, the children of my own flesh and blood, my never-enough-to-be-gazed-on seedlings, my beautiful berries! I will thrash you with the tongs; I will give it you with the stove-rake.”
That’s enough, you old goose! You flattered yourself you were going to get riches, but your daughters were too stiff-necked. How was I to blame? It was you yourself would have it.”
