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He now had a little daughter born to him; the child of his first

wife was a boy, who was as red as blood and as white as snow. The

mother loved her daughter very much, and when she looked at her

and then looked at the boy, it pierced her heart to think that he

would always stand in the way of her own child, and she was

continually thinking how she could get the whole of the property

for her. This evil thought took possession of her more and more,

and made her behave very unkindly to the boy. She drove him from

place to place with cuffings and buffetings, so that the poor

child went about in fear, and had no peace from the time he left

school to the time he went back.

One day the little daughter came running to her mother in the

store-room, and said, 'Mother, give me an apple.' 'Yes, my

child,' said the wife, and she gave her a beautiful apple out of

the chest; the chest had a very heavy lid and a large iron lock.