"You will too," shouted her mean mother. She finally went. But she left the big pitcher at home. Instead, she carried a tiny silver creamer. At the well was a lady in beautiful clothes. The lady asked for a drink. "I'm no servant," said the rude girl. "This is my pitcher, not yours. Get your own drink if you're thirsty." "Very well," said the lady, who was the fairy in a new disguise. "I'll give you a gift to suit your manners. Every time you speak, a toad or a snake will slither from your mouth."

Her mother was waiting for the girl to return. When she saw her, she cried, "Well, daughter?" "What's that?" cried her mother. When she heard what had happened, she flew into a fury. "It's your fault," she screamed at the younger girl. Then she chased her out with a broom. The poor girl ran into the forest to hide. The king's son was coming home from hunting. He saw the beautiful girl leaning against a tree trunk and weeping. He stopped, and said, "What's wrong, my dear? Why do you weep?" "My mother put me out," she said. At each word, pearls and diamonds fell from her lips and blazed in the grass at her feet.

"What a marvelous thing," exclaimed the king's son. "Do tell me why this happens." She told him about the fairy at the well. As he listened, he fell in love with her beauty and her good heart. He led her home to his palace. They were married and reigned happily for years and years and years. As for her older sister, she grew nastier every day. Even her mother couldn't abide her, especially since she filled the house with slippery, sloppy, slithering things whenever she spoke. At last, she left her mother's house, and wandered up and down the world, alone. No one would have anything to do with her, ever.