fell to the bottom. She began to weep, and ran to her mother and told her of the mishap. But the mother scolded her sharply, and was so cruel as to say, "As you have let the shuttle fall in, you must fetch it out again."
The girl went back to the well, and did not know what to do. In the sorrow of her heart she jumped into the well, and lost her senses from fright.
When she awoke and came to herself again, she was in a beautiful meadow where the sun was shining and many thousands of flowers were growing. Along this meadow she went, and came to a baker's oven full of bread, and the bread cried out,
"Oh, take me out!
Take me out!
Or I shall burn;
I have baked a long time!"
So she went up to it, and took out all the loaves, one after another, with the bread-shovel. After that she went on till she came to a tree covered with apples, which called out to her,
"Oh, shake me!
Shake me!
We apples are all ripe!"
So she shook the tree till the apples fell like rain, and went on shaking till they were all down, and
