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Like her sister she awoke in the beautiful meadow, and walked

over it till she came to the oven. 'Take us out, take us out, or

alas! we shall be burnt to a cinder; we were baked through long

ago,' cried the loaves as before. But the lazy girl answered, 'Do

you think I am going to dirty my hands for you?' and walked on.

Presently she came to the apple-tree. 'Shake me, shake me, I

pray; my apples, one and all, are ripe,' it cried. But she only

answered, 'A nice thing to ask me to do, one of the apples might

fall on my head,' and passed on.

At last she came to Mother Holle's house, and as she had heard

all about the large teeth from her sister, she was not afraid of

them, and engaged herself without delay to the old woman.