BLOOM-OF-YOUTH AND THE WITCH
with a dozen balls of thread in a few days. The next day she hurried back from the well and she sat at her wheel before the door spinning and spinning. But, do her best, she could not get a good thread spun in the long length of the day.
And while she was spinning and spinning and getting her thread knotted and broken a black and crooked woman came and stood before the door. "You're spinning hard I see," said she to Bloom-of-Youth.
Bloom-of-Youth gave her no answer but put her head against the wheel and cried and cried.
"And what would you say," said the black and crooked woman, "if I took the bundle of wool from you now and brought it back to you tomorrow spun into a dozen balls of thread?"
"It is not what I would say; it is what I should give you," said Bloom-of-Youth.
"Give me!" said the black and crooked woman. "What could you give me?" But as she said it she gave Bloom-of-Youth a baleful look from under her leafy eyebrows. "No, no, you need give me nothing for spinning the wool for you. All that
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