Once upon a time there lived two peasants who had three daughters, and, as generally happens, the youngest was the most beautiful and the best tempered, and when her sisters wanted to go out she was always ready to stay at home and do their work.
Years passed quickly with the whole family, and one day the parents suddenly perceived that all three girls were grown up, and that very soon they would be thinking of marriage.
4 Have you decided what your husband's name is to be ? ' said the father, laughingly, to his eldest daughter, one evening when they were all sitting at the door of their cottage. ' You know that is a very important point!'
' Yes ; I will never wed any man who is not called Sigmund,' answered she.
' Well, it is lucky for you that there are a great many Sigmunds in this part of the world,' replied her father, ' so that you can take your choice ! And what do you say ? ' he added, turning to the second.
' Oh, I think that there is no name so beautiful as Sigurd,' cried she.
' Then you won't be an old maid either,' answered he. ' There are seven Sigurds in the next village alone ! And you, Helga ?'
Helga, who was still the prettiest of the three, looked up. She also had her favourite name, but, just as she was going to say it, she seemed to hear a voice whisper: ' Marry no one who is not called Habogi.'