ead the table so beautifully, my mother has killed, and
now I must suffer hunger and want again.' The wise woman said, 'Little
Two-eyes, I will give you a good piece of advice. Ask your sisters to
give you the heart of the dead goat, and bury it in the earth before the
house-door; that will bring you good luck.' Then she disappeared, and
Little Two-eyes went home, and said to her sisters, 'Dear sisters, do
give me something of my goat; I ask nothing better than its heart.' Then
they laughed and said, 'You can have that if you want nothing more.' And
Little Two-eyes took the heart and buried it in the evening when all was
quiet, as the wise woman had told her, before the house-door. The next
morning when they all awoke and came to the house-door, there stood a
most wonderful tree, which had leaves of silver and fruit of gold
growing on it--you never saw anything more lovely and gorgeous in your
life! But they did not know how the tree had grown up in the night; only
Little Two-eyes knew that it had sprung from the heart of the goat, for
it was standing just where she had buried it in the ground. Then the
mother said to Little One-eye, 'Climb up, my child, and break us off the
fruit from the tree.' Little One-eye climbed up, but just when she was
going to take hold of one of the golden apples the bough sprang out of
her hands; and this happened every time, so that she could not break off
a single apple, however hard she tried. Then the mother said, 'Little
Three-eyes, do you climb up; you with your three eyes can see round
better than Little One-eye.' So Little One-eye slid down, and Little
Three-eyes climbed up; but she was not any more successful; look round
as she might, the golden apples bent themselves back. At last the mother
got impatient and climbed up herself, but she was even less
successful than Little One-eye and Little Three-eyes in catching hold of
the fruit, and only grasped at the empty air. Then Little Two-eyes said,
'I will just try once, perhaps I shall succeed better.' The sisters
called out, 'You with your two eyes will no doubt succeed!' But Little
Two-eyes climbed up, and the golden apples did not jump away from her,
but behaved quite properly, so that she could pluck them off, one after
the other, and brought a whole apron-full down with her. The mother took
them from her, and, instead of behaving better to poor Little Two-eyes,
as they ought to have done, they were jealous that she only could reach