son-in-law more and more. But for him, as she
thought, the little girl would never have married and
would not have stolen the lid of the sacred casket.
One day the wife met her son-in-law on the road, and
she gave him such a fearful slap in the face that
he instantly fell on the ground and became a corpse
again. His mother-in-law then-snatched from him
the lid of the casket, which he happened to have in
his hand, and ran away home. There he lay until
the little girl, his wife, began to search for him.
When she found him she prayed to the goddess, and
by her aid and by means of the merit which she had
acquired by worshipping the lid of the casket while
she had it, she restored her husband to life.
But the twin and his wife went on becoming poorer
and poorer. And at last they went back to his
brother’s house and asked him why it was that
the younger twin was always losing his wealth as fast
as he gained it. The elder brother listened to
the whole story and then he said, “I do not
wonder at it. First you lost the lid of the casket,
then, in order to get it back, your wife killed a
Brahman. Your only chance now is to worship Parwati
harder than ever, and perhaps in the end you may recover
your good estate.” So the younger brother
went home and worshipped Parwati with greater vigour
than ever. And at last she relented and gave
him her blessing. He recovered his wealth and
came by all that his heart desired. And he and
his wife lived happily ever afterwards.
The Brahman Wife and Her Seven Sons
Once upon a time there was a town called Atpat.
In it there lived a poor Brahman who used always to
perform Shradh or memorial ceremonies to his father
on the last day of the month of Shravan. When
performing these ceremonies he always invited other
Brahmans to dine. But it so happened that on
every last day of the month of Shravan,  from the
day of his father’s death onwards, his daughter-in-law
gave birth to a little boy. And just as the Brahmans
had begun to enjoy their dinner, the child would die.
So all the Shradh ceremonies had to cease, and the
poor Brahmans had to be sent away feeling most dreadfully
hungry. This happened regularly for six years.
But, when the seventh little boy was born only to
die just as his guests were beginning to enjoy their
dinner, the poor Brahman lost all patience. He
took the newly-born child and placed it in his daughter-in-law’s
lap and then drove her out of the house and into the
jungle. The poor woman walked along until she
came to a great, dark forest. In it she met the
wife of a hobgoblin,  who asked, “Lady, Lady,
whose wife are you, and why do you come here?
Run away as quickly as you can. For, if my husband
the hobgoblin sees you, he will tear you to pieces
and gobble you up.” The poor woman said
she was the daughter-in-law of a Brahman, and explained
how every year she had given birth to a son on the