The damsel fancied she really was blind, and called to her from the tree. "Nay but, my dear elder sister! thou hast placed the kettle on the tripod upside down, and art pouring all the water on the ground."
"Oh, my sweet little damsel!" cried the old woman, "that is because I have no eyes to see with. I have brought some dirty linen with me, and if thou dost love Allah, thou wilt come down and put the kettle right, and help me to wash the things." Then the damsel thought of the words of the little stag, and she did not come down.
The next day the old witch came again, stumbled about the tree, laid a fire, and brought forth a heap of meal in order to sift it, but instead of meal she put ashes into the sieve. "Poor silly old granny!" cried the damsel compassionately, and then she called down from the tree to the old woman, and told her that she was sifting ashes instead of meal. "Oh, my dear damsel!" cried the old woman, weeping, "I am blind, I cannot see. Come down and help me a little in my affliction." Now the little stag had strictly charged her that very morning not to come down from the tree whatever might be said to her, and she obeyed the words of her brother.
On the third day the old witch again came beneath the tree. This time she brought a sheep
