NCE upon a time there was a widow
who had two daughters: the
eldest was so like her mother, both in
temper and in looks, that those who had
seen one had as good as seen both. They
were so proud and disagreeable that
nobody could live with them. The
youngest, who was the very pattern of
her father, for her goodness and pleasant
ways, was, besides, one of the prettiest
maids you could see.
The mother, as one might expect, had
a hearty affection for her eldest daughter,
and at the same time as hearty a dislike

for the youngest. She, poor child, must