"It was a very simple tale, following well-known lines. A poor forester
met an old woman, who begged food and shelter from him. He had only a
little log hut, and a wooden bowl he himself had made. In the bowl was
a verry little vegetable stew, which formed his one daily meal.
Nevertheless, he gave it up to the stranger, who ate it, and then
suddenly vanished. The next morning, hungry and somewhat disheartened,
a radiant angel appeared to him, who informed him that it was she whom
he had helped the night before, and for his generosity and unselfishness,
the help he had given should always be his, and he should never be in
want again so long as he lived. Then the angel vanished; but, from that
time forth, everything went well with Hans Sneeman, who remained always
humble-minded, generous, and unselfish; and to remind himself of his
days of poverty, and to keep himself from becoming proud, always ate
his meals out of his old wooden bowl, which was buried with him when
It was slender enough, but it was gracefully written, with a certain sense of humour to flavour it. All things considered, it was a remarkable thing for a schoolgirl to have produced. Madge Bettany read it with wonder. She had always known that her little sister was gifted in this way, but she had no idea that the gift was so unusual. In the years to come Jo Bettany was to astonish those who knew her, again and again, with her writings; but her sister never forgot that icy winter's day at the Tiern See when she first discovered that the family baby was going to write." - Jo of the Chalet School, p137-138 hardback.
"It is good, you know, Joey. You have told the tale simply and freshly, and your people live, which is a big thing." - Jo of the Chalet School, p310 hardback.
" 'This settles it,' she [Jo] announced with a hiccough. 'I'm going to start in right now an be an authoress!' " - Jo of the Chalet School, p311 hardback.