HE brother took his sister’s hand and
 sald to her,
 
“Since our mother died we have
 had no good days; our stepmother
 beats us every day, and if we go near
 her she kicks us away ; we have nothing
 to eat but hard crusts of bread left
 over; the dog under the table fares
 better; he gets a good piece every now
 
and then. If our mother only knew, how she would pity us!
 Come, let us go together out into the wide world!”
 
So they went, and journeyed the whole day through fields
 and meadows and stony places, and if it rained the sister
 said,
 
‘“ The skies and we are weeping together.”
 
In ihe evening they came to a great wood, and they were
 sO weary with hunger and their long journey, that they climbed
 up into a high tree and fell asleep.
 
The next morning, when they awoke, the sun was high in
 heaven, and shone brightly through the leaves. ‘Then said
 the brother,
 
‘‘ Sister, I am thirsty; if I only knew where to find a brook,
 that I might go and drink! I almost think that I hear one
 rushing.” So the brother got down and led his sister by the
 hand, and they went to seek the brook. But their wicked
 stepmother was a witch, and had known quite well that the two
 children had run away, and had sneaked after them, as only
 witches can, and had laid a spell on all the brooks in the