bow-wow-wow! The old man's bringing his daughter home. She's blooming like the poppy-bloom, and she's got a fine present, and a new coat with a beaver collar!” And lo and behold! it was true; the old man drove up with his daughter alive and well, in her fine clothes and with her presents. “Well,” thought her step-mother, “if King Frost has given all those things to the old man's daughter, he'll give my pretty girl ever so much more.” And she said to her husband: “Take my daughter to the same place as quick as you can, and let King Frost give her a share too!”