was a pretty little fairy. She was as pretty as the
was golden color, and her eyes were the deepest blue.
she went, her merry laugh could be heard.
There was once a widow who
had two daughters, Helen, her
own child by her dead husband, and Marouckla, his
daughter by his first wife.
She loved Helen, but hated the poor orphan because
she was far prettier than her
Marouckla did not
think about her good looks, and could not
understand why her stepmother should be angry at
the sight of her. The hardest
work fell to her share. She cleaned out the rooms,
cooked, washed, sewed, spun,
wove, brought in the hay, milked the cow, and all
this without any
Helen, meanwhile, did
nothing but dress herself in her best clothes
and go to one amusement after