As they did not come back, their father became impatient and said: »Perhaps the young rascals are playing about and have forgotten it altogether.« He became anxious lest his little girl should die unbaptised, and in hot vexation he cried: »I wish the youngsters would all turn into ravens!«
Scarcely were the words uttered when he heard a whirring in the air above his head and, looking upwards, he saw seven coal-black ravens flying away.