So she grew up a bonny girl, though her father never set eyes on her till she was fifteen years old and was ready to be married.  But her father said, “Let her marry the first that comes for her.”  And when this was known, who should be first but a nasty rough old man.  So she didn’t know what to do, and went to the henwife and asked her advice.  The henwife said, “Say you will not take him unless they give you a coat of silver cloth.”  Well, they gave her a coat of silver cloth, but she wouldn’t take him for all that, but went again to the henwife, who said, “Say you will not take him unless they give you a coat of beaten gold.”  Well, they gave her a coat of beaten gold, but still she would not take him, but went to the henwife, who said, “Say you will not take him unless they give you a coat made of the feathers of all the birds of the air.”  So they sent a man with a great heap of pease; and the man cried to all the birds of the air, “Each bird take a pea, and put down a feather.”  So each bird took a pea and put down one of its feathers:  and they took all the feathers and made a coat of them and gave it to her; but still she would not, but asked the henwife once again, who said, “Say they must first make you a coat of catskin.”  So they made her a coat of catskin; and she put it on, and tied up her other coats, and ran away into the woods.

So she went along and went along and went along, till she came to the end of the wood, and saw a fine castle.  So there she hid her fine dresses, and went up to the castle gates, and asked for work.  The lady of the castle saw her, and told her, “I’m sorry I have no better place, but if you like you may be our scullion.”  So down she went into the kitchen, and they called her Catskin, because of her dress.  But the cook was very cruel to her and led her a sad life.

Well, it happened soon after that the young lord of the castle was coming home, and there was to be a grand ball in honour of the occasion.  And when they were speaking about it among the servants, “Dear me, Mrs. Cook,” said Catskin, “how much I should like to go.”

“What! you dirty impudent slut,” said the cook, “you go among all the fine lords and ladies with your filthy catskin? a fine figure you’d cut!” and with that she took a basin of water and dashed it into Catskin’s face.  But she only briskly shook her ears, and said nothing.

When the day of the ball arrived, Catskin slipped out of the house and went to the edge of the forest where she had hidden her dresses.  So she bathed herself in a crystal waterfall, and then put on her coat of silver cloth, and hastened away to the ball.  As soon as she entered all were overcome by her beauty and grace, while the young lord at once lost his heart to her.  He asked her to be his partner for the first dance, and he would dance with none other the live-long night.

When it came to parting time, the young lord said, “Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live.”  But Catskin curtsied and said: