The old man troubled his head in vain as to how she came there, and sallied forth to seek for his lost net. He had not proceeded far when he found it cast up on the shore, and so full of fish that not a mesh was visible.
'It is all very fine to possess a cow,' said Matte, as he cleaned the fish; 'but what are we going to feed her on?'
'We shall find some means,' said his wife; and the cow found the means herself. She went out and cropped the seaweed which grew in great abundance near the shore, and always kept in good condition. Every one Prince alone excepted, thought she was a clever beast; but Prince barked at her, for he had now got a rival.
From that day the red rock overflowed with milk and junkets, and every net was filled with fish. Matte and Maie grew fat on this fine living, and daily became richer. She churned quantities of butter, and he hired two men to help him in his fishing. The sea lay before him like a big fish tank, out of which he hauled as many as he required; and the cow continued to fend for herself.
In autumn, when Matte and Maie went ashore, the cow went to sea, and in spring, when they returned to the rock, there she stood awaiting them.
'We shall require a better house,' said Maie the following summer; 'the old one is too small for ourselves and the men.'
'Yes,' said Matte. So he built a large cottage, with a real lock to the door, and a store-house for fish as well; and he and his men caught such quantities of fish that they sent tons of salmon, herring, and cod to Russian and Sweden.
'I am quite overworked with so many folk,' said Maie; 'a girl to help me would not come amiss.'
'Get one, then,' said her husband; and so they hired a girl.
Then Maie said: 'We have too little milk for all these folk. Now that I have a servant, with the same amount of trouble she could look after three cows.'
'All right, then,' said her husband, somewhat provoked, 'you can sing a song to the fairies.'
This annoyed Maie, but nevertheless she rowed out to sea on Sunday night and sang as before:
Oh, Ahti, with the long, long beard, Who dwellest in the deep blue sea, A thousand cows are in thy herd, I pray thee give three unto me.
The following morning, instead of one, three cows stood on the island, and they all ate seaweed and fended for themselves like the first one.
'Art thou satisfied now?' said Matte to his wife.
'I should be quite satisfied,' said his wife, 'if only I had two servants to help, and if I had some finer clothes. Don't you know that I am addressed as Madam?'
'Well, well,' said her husband. So Maie got several servants and clothes fit for a great lady.
'Everything would now be perfect if only we had a little better dwelling for summer. You might build us a two-storey house, and fetch soil to make a garden. Then you might make a little arbour up there to let us have a sea-view; and we might have a fiddler to fiddle to us of an evening, and a little steamer to take us to church in stormy weather.'
'Anything more?' asked Matte; but he did everything that his wife wished. The rock Ahtola became so grand and Maie so grand that all the sea-urchins and herring were lost in wonderment. Even Prince was fed on beefsteaks and cream scones till at last he was as round as a butter jar.
'Are you satisfied now?' asked Matte.
'I should be quite satisfied,' said Maie, 'if only I had thirty cows. At least that number is required for such a household.'
'Go to the fairies,' said Matte.
His wife set out in the new steamer and sang to the sea-king.
Next morning thirty cows stood on the shore, all finding food for themselves.
