"
Her sister laughed, and said: "Of course you can have that if you
don't want anything else."
So little Two Eyes took the heart; and in the evening, when all was
quiet, buried it in the ground outside the house-door, as the wise
woman had told her to do.
The next morning, when they all rose and looked out of the window,
there stood a most wonderful tree, with leaves of silver and apples
of gold hanging between them. Nothing in the wide world could be more
beautiful or more costly. They none of them knew how the tree could
come there in one night, excepting little Two Eyes. She supposed it
had grown up from the heart of the goat; for it stood over where she
had buried it in the earth.
Then said the mother to little One Eye, "Climb up, my child, and break
off some of the fruit from the tree."
One Eye climbed up, but when she tried to catch a branch and pluck one
of the apples, it escaped from her hand, and so it happened every time
she made the attempt, and, do what she would, she could not reach one.
"Three Eyes," said the mother, "climb up, and try what you can do;
perhaps you will be able to see better with your three eyes than One
Eye can."
One Eye slid down from the tree, and Three Eyes climbed up.
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