So she took the blue casket, as the birds sang.
"Bad luck to you, then," said the old witch; "see if I don't make you pay for this!"
So when the man's daughter was just setting off, the old witch shot a red-hot bar of iron after her, but she sprang behind the door and hid herself, so that it missed her, for her friends, the little birds, had told her beforehand how to behave. Then she walked on and on as fast as ever she could; but when she got to the apple-tree, she heard an awful clatter behind her on the road, and that was the old witch and her daughter coming after her.
So the lassie was so frightened and scared, she didn't know what to do.
"Come hither to me, lassie, do you hear," said the Apple-tree, "I'll help you; get under my branches and hide, for if they catch you they'll tear you to death, and take the casket from you."
Yes; she did so, and she had hardly hidden herself before up came the old witch and her daughter.
"Have you seen any lassie pass this way, you apple-tree?" said the old hag.
"Yes, yes," said the Apple-tree; "one ran by here an hour ago; but now she's got so far ahead you'll never catch her up."
So the old witch turned back and went home again.
Then the lassie walked on a bit, but when she came just about where the sheep was, she heard an awful clatter beginning on the road behind her, and she didn't know what to do, she was so scared and frightened; for she knew well enough it was the old witch, who had thought better of it.
