WHITE CAROLINE AND BLACK CAROLINE
And their mother, in her heart, could not stand this, so she said:
‘White Caroline must die, cost what it will!’
And so she thought and thought during seven days how she could get rid of White Caroline. Then, one day, she went behind a hedge and said:
‘Hedge, Thorn-hedge, give me a dozen deadly thorns, each one an inch long!’
And the hedge gave her a dozen deadly thorns, each thorn an inch long. Then their mother returned home, and showed them to Black Caroline.
‘Pay attention. Black Caroline,’ she said; ‘this evening when you go to bed you must sleep at the edge, and the inside place must be for White Caroline; because I am going to conceal all the little thorns in her pillow; and she will die when she puts her head upon her pillow, and then you, alone, shall be more than ever the pet child of your mother!’
And Black Caroline said, ‘Very well!’
But that evening, when White Caroline was about to get into bed, Black Caroline took her by the arm and said:
‘White Caroline, I love you very much; and you must not tell mother; but she is trying to kill you. There are a dozen deadly thorns in your pillow; go to sleep all the same, but we’ll put our heads at the foot of the bed!’
And White Caroline, full of joy, took Black Caroline in her little arms and they slept together!’
The following morning they heard a rat-a-tat on the stairs.
‘Here! Black Caroline! Are you there?’
It was their mother calling from the bottom of the stairs.
‘Yes, my dear little mother, I am here!’ said White Caroline.
Their mother was in a terrible rage because White Caroline was not dead. She at once mounted the stairs to see if Black Caroline was alive. But even then she could not understand how it was that White Caroline was not dead, and once again rage overcame her!
Now it happened that one day a musician was passing by their
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