In Norroway, long time ago, there lived a certain lady, and she had three daughters: The oldest of them said to her mother: 'Mother, bake me a bannock, and roast me a collop, for I'm going away to seek my fortune.' Her mother did so; and the daughter went away to an old witch washerwife and told her purpose. The old wife bade her stay that day, and look out of her back door, and see what she could see. She saw naught the first day. The second day she did the same, and saw naught. On the third day she looked again, and saw a coach-and-six coming along the road. She ran in and told the old wife what she saw. 'Well,' quoth the old woman, 'yon's for you.' So they took her into the coach and galloped off.

The second daughter next says to her mother: 'Mother, bake me a bannock, and roast me a collop, for I'm going away to seek my fortune.' Her mother did so; and away she went to the old wife, as her sister had done. On the third day she looked out of the back door, and saw a coach-and-four coming along the road. 'Well,' quoth the old woman, 'yon's for you.' So they took her in, and off they set.