“Ah, you slut,” she cried, “you won’t get round me like that!”

And she would not say another word to the little maid, but went about all day long biting her nails and thinking what to do.

At night she said to the old man,—­

“You must take my daughters, too, to that bridegroom in the forest.  He will give them better gifts than these.”

Things take time to happen, but the tale is quickly told.  Early next morning the old woman woke her daughters, fed them with good food, dressed them like brides, hustled the old man, made him put clean hay in the sledge and warm blankets, and sent them off to the forest.

The old man did as he was bid—­drove to the big fir tree, set the boxes under the tree, lifted out the stepdaughters and set them on the boxes side by side, and drove back home.

They were warmly dressed, these two, and well fed, and at first, as they sat there, they did not think about the cold.

“I can’t think what put it into mother’s head to marry us both at once,” said the first, “and to send us here to be married.  As if there were not enough young men in the village.  Who can tell what sort of fellows we shall meet here!”

Then they began to quarrel.

“Well,” says one of them, “I’m beginning to get the cold shivers.  If our fated ones do not come soon, we shall perish of cold.”

“It’s a flat lie to say that bridegrooms get ready early.  It’s already dinner-time.”

“What if only one comes?”

“You’ll have to come another time.”

“You think he’ll look at you?”

“Well, he won’t take you, anyhow.”

“Of course he’ll take me.”

“Take you first!  It’s enough to make any one laugh!”

They began to fight and scratch each other, so that their cloaks fell open and the cold entered their bosoms.

[Illustration:  There she was, a good fur cloak about her shoulders and costly blankets Round her feet.]

Frost, crackling among the trees, laughing to himself, froze the hands of the two quarrelling girls, and they hid their hands in the sleeves of their fur coats and shivered, and went on scolding and jeering at each other.

“Oh, you ugly mug, dirty nose!  What sort of a housekeeper will you make?”

“And what about you, boasting one?  You know nothing but how to gad about and lick your own face.  We’ll soon see which of us he’ll take.”

And the two girls went on wrangling and wrangling till they began to freeze in good earnest.

Suddenly they cried out together,—­

“Devil take these bridegrooms for being so long in coming!  You have turned blue all over.”

And together they replied, shivering,—­

“No bluer than yourself, tooth-chatterer.”

And Frost, not so far away, crackled and laughed, and leapt from fir tree to fir tree, crackling as he came.

The girls heard that some one was coming through the forest.