There was once a poor woman who had two children. The youngest had to go every day into the forest to fetch wood. Once when she had gone a long way to seek it, a little child, who was quite strong, came and helped her industriously to pick up the wood and carry it home, and then before a moment had passed the strange child disappeared. The child told her mother this, but at first she would not believe it. At length she brought a rose home, and told her mother that the beautiful child had given her this rose, and had told her that when it was in full bloom, he would return. The mother put the rose in water. One morning her child could not get out of bed, the mother went to the bed and found her dead, but she lay looking very happy. On the same morning, the rose was in full bloom.
Et was mal eine arme Frugge, de hadde twei Kinner; dat jungeste moste olle Dage in en Wald gohn un langen (holen) Holt. Asset nu mal ganz wiet söken geit, kam so en klein Kind, dat was awerst ganz wacker to em un holp (half) flietig Holt lesen un drog et auck bis für dat Hus; dann was et awerst, eh en Augenschlägsken (Augenblick) vergienk, verswunnen. Dat Kind vertelde et siner Moder, de wul et awerst nig glöven. Up et lest brochte et en Rause (Rose) mit un vertelde, dat schöne Kind hädde em deise Rause gieven und hädde em sägt, wenn de Rause upblöhet wär, dann wull et wier kommen. De Moder stellde dei Rause in,t Water. Einen Morgen kam dat Kind gar nig ut dem Bedde, de Moder gink to dem Bedde hen un fund dat Kind daude (tot); et lag awerst ganz anmotik. Un de Rause was den sulftigen Morgen upblöhet.