The wife of a rich man fell sick, and as she felt that her end was drawing near, she called her only daughter to her
bedside and said, dear child, be good and pious, and then the good God will always protect you, and I will look
down on you from heaven and be near you. Thereupon she closed her eyes and departed. Every day the maiden
went out to her mother's grave, and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a
white sheet over the grave, and by the time the spring sun had drawn it off again, the man had taken another wife.
The woman had brought with her into the house two daughters, who were beautiful and fair of face, but vile and
black of heart.