her, Three Eyes said to her mother, "I know where the proud
thing gets her good eating and drinking;" and then she described all
she had seen in the field. "I saw it all with one eye," she said;
"for she had made my other two eyes close with her fine singing, but
luckily the one in my forehead remained open."

Then the envious mother cried out to poor little Two Eyes, "You wish
to have better food than we, do you? You shall lose your wish!" She
took up a butcher's knife, went out, and stuck the good little goat in
the heart, and it fell dead.

When little Two Eyes saw this, she went out into the field, seated
herself on a mound, and wept most bitter tears.

Presently the wise woman stood again before her, and said, "Little Two
Eyes, why do you weep?"

"Ah!" she replied, "I must weep. The goat, who every day spread my
table so beautifully, has been killed by my mother, and I shall have
again to suffer from hunger and sorrow."

"Little Two Eyes," said the wise woman, "I will give you some good
advice. Go home, and ask your sister to give you the heart of the
slaughtered goat, and then go and bury it in the ground in front of
the house-door."

On saying this the wise woman vanished.

Little Two Eyes went home quickly, and said to her sister, "Dear
sister, give me some part of my poor goat. I don't want anything
valuable; only give me the heart."

Her sister laughed, and said: "Of course you can have that if you
don't want anything else."

So little Two Eyes took the heart; and in the evening, when all was
quiet, buried it in the ground outside the house-door, as the wise
woman had told her to do.

The next morning, when they all rose and looked out of the window,
there stood a most wonderful tree, with leaves of silver and apples
of gold hanging between them. Nothing in the wide world could be more
beautiful or more costly. They none of them knew how the tree could
come there in one night, excepting little Two Eyes. She supposed it
had grown up from the heart of the goat; for it stood over where she
had buried it in the earth.

Then said the mother to little One Eye, "Climb up, my child, and break
off some of the fruit from the tree."

One Eye climbed up, but when she tried to catch a branch and pluck one
of the apples, it escaped from her hand, and so it happened every time
she made the attempt, and, do what she would, she could not reach one.

"Three Eyes," said the mother, "climb up, and try what you ca