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By Itellyouastory

By the side of a wood, in a country  a long way off, ran a fine streamof water; and upon  the stream  there stood a  mill. The  miller’s housewas close by, and the  miller, you must know,  had a very beautifuldaughter. She was, moreover, very shrewd and clever; and the miller wasso proud  of her, that he one day told the king of the land, who used tocome and  hunt in the wood, that his daughter could spin gold out ofstraw. Now this king was very  fond  of  money;  and  when he  heardthe  miller’s  boast  his greediness was raised, and he sent for thegirl to be brought before  him. Then he led her to a chamber in hispalace where there was a great heap of straw, and gave  her aspinning-wheel,  and said, «All  this must be  spun into gold beforemorning, as you love your life.» It was in vain that  the poor maidensaid that it  was only a silly boast  of her father, for  that she coulddo no such thing as  spin straw into gold: the chamber door  was locked,and she was left alone.

She sat down in one corner of the room, and began to bewail her hardfate; when on a sudden the door  opened, and a droll-looking little manhobbled in, and said,  «Good morrow to  you, my  good lass; what  areyou  weeping for?» «Alas!» said she, «I must spin this straw into gold,and I know  not how.» «What will you give me,» said the hobgoblin, «todo it for you?» «My necklace,» replied the maiden.  He took her at  herword, and sat  himself down to the wheel, and whistled and sang:


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