The new wife brought two daughters home with her, and they were beautiful and fair in appearance, but at heart were black and ugly.
The poor little girl had all the cooking, cleaning, and serving to do for all seven brothers and all their seven wives as well.
Early in the morning she had to get up to milk the cow, clean and polish everything in the house, and prepare breakfast for her father.
‘Vaccarella! Vaccarella! what shall I do? I have got all this hemp to spin, and I never learnt spinning. Yet if I don’t get through it somehow I shall get sadly beaten to-night. Dear little cow, tell me what to do!’