At first Marouckla looked in vain for red apples.
Then she espied a tree which grew at a great
height, and from the branches of this hung the
bright, red fruit. September ordered her to
gather some quickly. The girl was delighted and
shook the tree. First one apple fell, then another.

``That is enough,'' said September; ``hurry
home.''

Thanking the Months she returned joyfully.
Helen and the stepmother wondered at seeing the
fruit.

``Where did you gather them?'' asked the
stepsister.

``There are more on the mountain-top,''
answered Marouckla.

``Then, why did you not bring more?'' said
Helen angrily. ``You must have eaten them on
your way back, you wicked girl.''

``No, dear sister, I have not even tasted them,''
said Marouckla. ``I shook the tree twice. One
apple fell each time. Some shepherds would not
allow me to shake it again, but told me to return
home.''