THERE was once upon a time a widow1 who had two daughters.2 The eldest3 was so much like her in the face and humor that whoever looked upon the daughter saw the mother. They were both so disagreeable and so proud4 that there was no living with them.
The youngest,5 who was the very picture of her father6 for courtesy and sweetness of temper,7 was withal one of the most beautiful girls8 ever seen. As people naturally love their own likeness, this mother even doted on her eldest daughter and at the same time had a horrible aversion for the youngest--she made her eat in the kitchen and work continually.9
Among other things, this poor child was forced twice a day to draw water above a mile and a-half off the house, and bring home a pitcher full of it.10 One day, as she was at this fountain,11 there came to her a poor woman,12 who begged of her to let her drink.13
