"No! no! come quickly, then."
"You will give Pretty-Rose her glint?"
"Yes, yes, she has it already."
She then goes in. The queen washes her feet and wipes them, and puts
her upon the velvet cushion, and gives her some chocolate; and says to
her, that she knows where Pretty-Rose is, and that she will be married,
and to tell her from her not to trouble herself about her toilet,
nor about anything that is necessary for the wedding and feast,
that she would come on the morning of the day.
Rose goes off then. While she is going through the city where
Pretty-Rose is, she hears two ladies, who were saying to two gentlemen,
"What kind of wife is it that our brother is going to take? Not like
us, because he keeps her shut up so close. Let us go and see her."
The little dog said to them, "Not a bit like you, you horrible
blubber-lips, as you are. You shall see her--yes."
When the young kings heard that, they were ready to run their swords
through the poor little dog. When she gets to Pretty-Rose's house
she hides herself, and tells her all that has happened. Pretty-Rose
gives her some good liqueur to drink, and she comes to herself. The
king makes a proclamation that whoever shall (merely) spit where the
little dog shall have placed her feet shall be killed, and to mind
and pay attention to it.
When the marriage day had arrived, came the queen. She brought for
the wedding-day a robe of diamonds; for the next day, of gold; and for
the third day, of silver. Judge how beautiful she was with her glint
of diamonds, and her dress of diamonds, too. They could not look at
her. Her godmother told her to have her sisters-in-law there, and not
to be afraid of them; that they could not come near her in beauty. When
she went out (of her room) on the wedding-day, her sisters-in-law could
not look at her, she dazzled them so much. They said to each other:
"The little dog was right when she said she was beautiful, this lady."
And for three days Pretty-Rose walked about, [61] and every one was
astounded at her beauty. When the feast was over, the godmother
went home. Rose would not leave Pretty-Rose. The godmother told
Pretty-Rose that she was born of poor parents, and that she had
once helped them, but that what she had given them must be already
exhausted. Pretty-Rose gave them enough for all to live grandly. She
herself had four children, two boys and two girls; and if they had
lived well, they had died well.
Laurentine
Learnt it from her mother.