RATTLE-RATTLE-RATTLE AND CHINK-CHINK-CHINK
HERE was once a poor man whose wife died leaving him a
daughter. The little girl's name was Lenka. She was a good
little girl, cheerful and
obedient and very industrious, and she did all she could to
make her father comfortable.
After some time the man married again. His second wife also
had a little girl just Lenka's age. Her name was Dorla.
Dorla was a lazy, ill-natured
child, always quarreling and bickering. Yet her mother
thought Dorla was perfect and she was always praising her to
"See what a good child my Dorla is," she would say to him.
"She works and spins and never says a cross word. Very
different from your good-for-nothing Lenka who always breaks
everything she touches
and does nothing in return for all the good food she eats!"
She never stopped nagging and scolding her poor
 stepchild and complaining about her to her husband.
Lenka was patient and went on quietly doing what
was right, and she was always polite to her stepmother, and
kind to her ill-natured stepsister.
She and Dorla used to go to spinning bees together.
Dorla would play and waste her time and hardly fill
one spindle. Lenka always worked industriously and
usually filled two or three spools. Yet, when the two
girls got home, the mother always took Dorla's half-filled
spindle and said to the father: "See what beautiful yarn
my Dorla spins!" She would hide
Lenka's spools and say: "Your Lenka did nothing but play
and waste her time!"
And before other people she talked the same way,
pretending Dorla did everything that she didn't do
and saying that good industrious Lenka was lazy and
One night when the two girls were walking home
together from a spinning bee, they came to a ditch in
the road. Dorla jumped quickly across and
reached back her hand and said:
"My dear sister, let me hold your spindle.
You may fall and hurt yourself."
Poor Lenka, suspecting nothing unkind, handed
Dorla her full spindle. Dorla took it and ran home
 and then boasted to her mother and her stepfather
how much she had spun.
"Lenka," she said, "has no yarn at all. She did
nothing but play and waste her time."
"You see," said the woman to her husband. "This
is what I'm always telling you but you never believe
me. That Lenka of yours is a lazy, good-for-nothing
girl who expects me and my poor daughter to do all
the work. I'm not going to stand her in the house
any longer. Tomorrow morning out she goes to make
her own way in the world. Then perhaps she'll understand
what a good home she's had with me!"
The poor man tried to defend Lenka but his wife
would hear nothing. Lenka must go and that was all
there was to it.
Early the next morning while it was still dark the
woman started Lenka off. She gave her a sack that
she said was full of good meal and smoked meat and
bread. But instead of meal she put in ashes, instead of
smoked meat straw, and instead of bread stones.
"Here is meal and smoked meat and bread for
your journey," she said. "You will be a long time
finding any one who will be as good to you as I have been!
Now be off with you and never let me see you
 again! Let your
father put you out in service if he can!"
The poor man put his ax on his shoulder and started off with
Lenka. He had no place to take her and he hardly knew what
to do. He led her off into
the mountains, where he built her a little two-room hut. He
was ashamed to tell her that he was going to leave her
alone, so he said to her:
"You stay here, my dear child, while I go farther
into the forest and cut you some firewood."
But instead of cutting her firewood, he hung his mallet on a
beech tree and whenever the wind blew, the mallet made a
knocking sound. All afternoon poor little Lenka hearing the
knock-knock of the mallet
thought to herself: "There is my dear father chopping wood
When evening came and he hadn't returned, Lenka
went out to find him, but all she could find was the
mallet going knock-knock on the tree. Then the poor
girl realized that her father had deceived her but she
forgave him, for she knew that it was her stepmother's
She went back to the little hut to get her supper,
but when she opened the sack her stepmother had
given her, instead of meal and smoked meat and bread
 she found only ashes and straw and stones. Then
indeed did Lenka feel deserted and sitting down she
cried with loneliness and hunger.
While she was crying an old beggar with a long
beard came into the hut.
"God grant you happiness, my child," he said.
"May He grant you the same, old father," Lenka
said, standing up and bowing politely.
"Thank you, my child, thank you. And now will you be so
kind as to wash my face and give me a bite of supper?"
"Indeed, old father, I'd gladly wash your face
and give you food, but there's no water here and nothing to
carry it in. And as for food, my stepmother filled the sack
with ashes, straw, and stones."
"That's nothing, my child. Just go behind the hut and you
will find a spring."
Lenka went and there, sure enough, was a clear
bubbling spring and on the ground beside it a bucket.
She filled the bucket and carried it back to the hut.
As she entered the door she could hardly believe
her eyes, for on the wall she saw a row of shining
plates, big plates and little plates, and cups, and
everything else that ought to be in a kitchen. The old
beg-  gar had started a fire, so Lenka at once put on water to
"Look in the sack," the beggar said.
Lenka untied the sack again and here it was full
of fine meal and bread and smoked meat!
So now Lenka lost no time in preparing a good
supper. Then she washed the old beggar's face and
hands and together they ate. After supper Lenka
spread out her ragged clothes on the floor of the
inner room and put the beggar in there for the night.
She herself stretched out on the kitchen bench. It was
a hard bed but Lenka made no complaint and presently she
At midnight there was a knocking at the door and
a voice called out:
"A man am I
Six inches high,
But a long, long beard
Hangs from my chin.
Open the door
And let me in!"
Lenka jumped down and opened the door and
there before her stood a tiny dwarf with a long beard.
 He was Long Beard who lived in the mountains and
of whom Lenka had often heard stories.
He came in dragging after him a heavy bag of
"I was that old beggar," he said, "whose face you
washed and with whom you shared your supper. These
ducats are to reward you for your kindness. Now go
into your bedroom and lie down comfortably."
As he said this he vanished.
Lenka went into her bedroom and there, instead of
her few rags on the floor, was a fine feather bed and
coverlets and a painted chest full of clothes. Lenka
lay down on the feather bed and instantly fell asleep.
On the third day her father came, supposing by
that time Lenka had either died of hunger or been
devoured by wild beasts. At least, he thought, he
would gather together her bones.
But when he reached the hut he rubbed his eyes
in surprise. Instead of the rough hut, there was a
pretty little cottage and instead of a handful of bones
there was a happy girl singing away at her spinning.
"My daughter, my daughter!" he cried. "How
"Very well, dear father. You couldn't have found
a better place for me."
 She told him how happy she was and how pleasantly
she passed the time, spinning and singing and working.
Then she took a table-cloth and filled it with golden ducats
and gave it to him.
So he went away very happy, thanking God for the good
fortune that had come to Lenka.
As he neared home, the old dog that lay at the door
said to the stepmother:
"Bow-wow, mistress, here comes the master. It's
chink-chink the money before him and chink-chink the
money behind him!"
"Not so, old dog!" the stepmother cried. "It's
rattle-rattle bones before him and rattle-rattle bones
Now when the man came into the cottage, he said:
"Wife, give me a basket and let me empty this table-cloth."
"What!" she cried. "Do you expect me to give you a basket
for your daughter's bones?"
But he began to chink the golden ducats and
she got a basket fast enough.
When she had all the ducats safely put away
"Isn't it just like you to find a place like that for
your Lenka! But what have you ever done for my
 poor Dorla? Tomorrow you will take her out into the
world and find a good place for her!"
So she got ready for Dorla a fine new bed and
stylish clothes and as much good food as she could
carry. The next day the man took Dorla out into
the mountains and built her a little hut of two rooms.
Dorla sat in the hut and thought about the good
supper she was going to cook for herself.
In the evening the same old beggar came and said
"May God grant you happiness, my child. Won't
you please wash my face?"
"Wash your face, indeed!" cried Dorla in a rage.
"This is what I'll do to you!" And she took a stick
and drove the old beggar away.
"Very well!" he muttered. "Very well! Very
Then Dorla cooked herself a fine supper. After
she had eaten every bite of it herself, she lay down on
the bed and went soundly to sleep.
At midnight Long Beard knocked at the door and
"A man am I
Six inches high,
But a long, long beard
Hangs from my chin.
Open the door
And let me in!"
Then Dorla was very frightened and she hid in the
corner. Long Beard broke open the door and he
caught Dorla and he shook her out of her skin. It served her
right, too, for she was a wicked, spiteful girl and she had
never been kind to anybody in her life.
Long Beard left her bones in a heap on the floor,
and he hung her skin on the nail at the back of the door.
Then he put her grinning skull in the window.
On the third day Dorla's mother gave her husband
a brand new table-cloth and said:
"Go now and see how my Dorla is getting on.
Here is a table-cloth for the ducats."
So the man took the table-cloth and went to the
mountains. As he came near the hut, he saw something in the
window that looked like grinning teeth. He said to himself:
"Dorla must be very happy to be smiling at me
from this distance."
But when he reached the hut all he found of Dorla
 was a heap of bones on the floor, the skin hanging on
the nail behind the door, and the skull grinning in the
Without a word he gathered the bones into the
table-cloth and started back.
As he neared home the old dog said:
"Bow-wow, mistress, here comes the master and
it's rattle-rattle before him and rattle-rattle behind
"Not so, old dog!" cried the woman. "It's chink-chink
before him, and chink-chink behind him!"
But the old dog kept on barking and saying:
"No, no, bow-wow, it's rattle-rattle before him and
rattle-rattle behind him!"
In a rage the woman took a stick and beat the dog.
Then the man stepped into the cottage and at once
his wife brought out a basket for the ducats. But
when he shook out the table-cloth there was only the
rattle-rattle of bones.