The Spindle, The Shuttle, and The Needle

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And now the maiden lived quite alone in the little house, and was industrious, and spun, wove, and sewed, and the blessing of the good old woman was on all that she did. It seemed as if the flax in the room increased of its own accord, and whenever she wove a piece of cloth or carpet, or had made a shirt, she at once found a buyer who paid her amply for it, so that she was in want of nothing, and even had something to share with others. About this time, the son of the king was traveling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one. So he said, she shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest. When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place. They first named the richest. The poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendor before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room. He stopped his horse, and saw through the window, on which the bright sun was shining, the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel, busily spinning. She looked up, and when she saw that the prince was looking in, she blushed all over her face, let her eyes fall, and went on spinning. I do not know whether, just at that moment, the thread was quite even, but she went on spinning until the king's son had ridden away again. Then she went to the window, opened it, and said, it is so warm in this room, and she looked after him as long as she could distinguish the white feathers in his hat. Then she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning, and a saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work, came into her mind, and she sang these words to herself, spindle, my spindle, haste, haste thee away, and here to my house bring the wooer, I pray. And what do you think happened. The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave. The spindle, however, danced continually onwards, and just as the thread came to an end, reached the prince. What do I see, he cried, the spindle certainly wants to show me the way, turned his horse about, and rode back with the golden thread. The girl however, was sitting at her work singing, shuttle, my shuttle, weave well this day, and guide the wooer to me, I pray. Immediately the shuttle sprang out of her hand and out by the door. Before the threshold, however, it began to weave a carpet which was more beautiful than the eyes of man had ever yet beheld. Lilies and roses blossomed on both sides of it, and on a golden ground in the center green branches ascended, under which bounded hares and rabbits, stags and deer stretched their heads in between them, brightly-colored birds were sitting in the branches above, they lacked nothing but the gift of song. The shuttle leapt hither and thither, and everything seemed to grow of its own accord. As the shuttle had run away, the girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang, needle, my needle, sharp-pointed and fine, prepare for the wooer this house of mine. Then the needle leapt out of her fingers, and flew everywhere about the room as quick as lightning. It was just as if invisible spirits were working, it covered tables and benches with green cloth in an instant, and the chairs with velvet, and hung the windows with silken curtains. Hardly had the needle put in the last stitch than the maiden saw through the window the white feathers of the prince, whom the spindle had brought thither by the golden thread. He alighted, stepped over the carpet into the house, and when he entered the room, there stood the maiden in her poor garments, but she shone out from within them like a rose surrounded by leaves. You are the poorest and also the richest, said he to her. Come with me, you shall be my bride. She did not speak, but she gave him her hand. Then he gave her a kiss, led her forth, lifted her on to his horse, and took her to the royal castle, where the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings. The spindle, shuttle, and needle were preserved in the treasure-chamber, and held in great honor."
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And now the maiden lived quite alone in the little house, and was industrious, and spun, wove, and sewed, and the blessing of the good old woman was on all that she did. It seemed as if the flax in the room increased of its own accord, and whenever she wove a piece of cloth or carpet, or had made a shirt, she at once found a buyer who paid her amply for it, so that she was in want of nothing, and even had something to share with others. About this time, the son of the king was traveling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one. So he said, she shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest. When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place. They first named the richest. The poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendor before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room. He stopped his horse, and saw through the window, on which the bright sun was shining, the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel, busily spinning. She looked up, and when she saw that the prince was looking in, she blushed all over her face, let her eyes fall, and went on spinning. I do not know whether, just at that moment, the thread was quite even, but she went on spinning until the king's son had ridden away again. Then she went to the window, opened it, and said, it is so warm in this room, and she looked after him as long as she could distinguish the white feathers in his hat. Then she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning, and a saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work, came into her mind, and she sang these words to herself, spindle, my spindle, haste, haste thee away, and here to my house bring the wooer, I pray. And what do you think happened. The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave. The spindle, however, danced continually onwards, and just as the thread came to an end, reached the prince. What do I see, he cried, the spindle certainly wants to show me the way, turned his horse about, and rode back with the golden thread. The girl however, was sitting at her work singing, shuttle, my shuttle, weave well this day, and guide the wooer to me, I pray. Immediately the shuttle sprang out of her hand and out by the door. Before the threshold, however, it began to weave a carpet which was more beautiful than the eyes of man had ever yet beheld. Lilies and roses blossomed on both sides of it, and on a golden ground in the center green branches ascended, under which bounded hares and rabbits, stags and deer stretched their heads in between them, brightly-colored birds were sitting in the branches above, they lacked nothing but the gift of song. The shuttle leapt hither and thither, and everything seemed to grow of its own accord. As the shuttle had run away, the girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang, needle, my needle, sharp-pointed and fine, prepare for the wooer this house of mine. Then the needle leapt out of her fingers, and flew everywhere about the room as quick as lightning. It was just as if invisible spirits were working, it covered tables and benches with green cloth in an instant, and the chairs with velvet, and hung the windows with silken curtains. Hardly had the needle put in the last stitch than the maiden saw through the window the white feathers of the prince, whom the spindle had brought thither by the golden thread. He alighted, stepped over the carpet into the house, and when he entered the room, there stood the maiden in her poor garments, but she shone out from within them like a rose surrounded by leaves. You are the poorest and also the richest, said he to her. Come with me, you shall be my bride. She did not speak, but she gave him her hand. Then he gave her a kiss, led her forth, lifted her on to his horse, and took her to the royal castle, where the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings. The spindle, shuttle, and needle were preserved in the treasure-chamber, and held in great honor.",
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And now the maiden lived quite alone in the little house, and was industrious, and spun, wove, and sewed, and the blessing of the good old woman was on all that she did. It seemed as if the flax in the room increased of its own accord, and whenever she wove a piece of cloth or carpet, or had made a shirt, she at once found a buyer who paid her amply for it, so that she was in want of nothing, and even had something to share with others. About this time, the son of the king was traveling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one. So he said, she shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest. When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place. They first named the richest. The poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendor before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room. He stopped his horse, and saw through the window, on which the bright sun was shining, the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel, busily spinning. She looked up, and when she saw that the prince was looking in, she blushed all over her face, let her eyes fall, and went on spinning. I do not know whether, just at that moment, the thread was quite even, but she went on spinning until the king's son had ridden away again. Then she went to the window, opened it, and said, it is so warm in this room, and she looked after him as long as she could distinguish the white feathers in his hat. Then she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning, and a saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work, came into her mind, and she sang these words to herself, spindle, my spindle, haste, haste thee away, and here to my house bring the wooer, I pray. And what do you think happened. The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave. The spindle, however, danced continually onwards, and just as the thread came to an end, reached the prince. What do I see, he cried, the spindle certainly wants to show me the way, turned his horse about, and rode back with the golden thread. The girl however, was sitting at her work singing, shuttle, my shuttle, weave well this day, and guide the wooer to me, I pray. Immediately the shuttle sprang out of her hand and out by the door. Before the threshold, however, it began to weave a carpet which was more beautiful than the eyes of man had ever yet beheld. Lilies and roses blossomed on both sides of it, and on a golden ground in the center green branches ascended, under which bounded hares and rabbits, stags and deer stretched their heads in between them, brightly-colored birds were sitting in the branches above, they lacked nothing but the gift of song. The shuttle leapt hither and thither, and everything seemed to grow of its own accord. As the shuttle had run away, the girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang, needle, my needle, sharp-pointed and fine, prepare for the wooer this house of mine. Then the needle leapt out of her fingers, and flew everywhere about the room as quick as lightning. It was just as if invisible spirits were working, it covered tables and benches with green cloth in an instant, and the chairs with velvet, and hung the windows with silken curtains. Hardly had the needle put in the last stitch than the maiden saw through the window the white feathers of the prince, whom the spindle had brought thither by the golden thread. He alighted, stepped over the carpet into the house, and when he entered the room, there stood the maiden in her poor garments, but she shone out from within them like a rose surrounded by leaves. You are the poorest and also the richest, said he to her. Come with me, you shall be my bride. She did not speak, but she gave him her hand. Then he gave her a kiss, led her forth, lifted her on to his horse, and took her to the royal castle, where the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings. The spindle, shuttle, and needle were preserved in the treasure-chamber, and held in great honor."
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And now the maiden lived quite alone in the little house, and was industrious, and spun, wove, and sewed, and the blessing of the good old woman was on all that she did. It seemed as if the flax in the room increased of its own accord, and whenever she wove a piece of cloth or carpet, or had made a shirt, she at once found a buyer who paid her amply for it, so that she was in want of nothing, and even had something to share with others. About this time, the son of the king was traveling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one. So he said, she shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest. When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place. They first named the richest. The poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendor before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room. He stopped his horse, and saw through the window, on which the bright sun was shining, the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel, busily spinning. She looked up, and when she saw that the prince was looking in, she blushed all over her face, let her eyes fall, and went on spinning. I do not know whether, just at that moment, the thread was quite even, but she went on spinning until the king's son had ridden away again. Then she went to the window, opened it, and said, it is so warm in this room, and she looked after him as long as she could distinguish the white feathers in his hat. Then she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning, and a saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work, came into her mind, and she sang these words to herself, spindle, my spindle, haste, haste thee away, and here to my house bring the wooer, I pray. And what do you think happened. The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave. The spindle, however, danced continually onwards, and just as the thread came to an end, reached the prince. What do I see, he cried, the spindle certainly wants to show me the way, turned his horse about, and rode back with the golden thread. The girl however, was sitting at her work singing, shuttle, my shuttle, weave well this day, and guide the wooer to me, I pray. Immediately the shuttle sprang out of her hand and out by the door. Before the threshold, however, it began to weave a carpet which was more beautiful than the eyes of man had ever yet beheld. Lilies and roses blossomed on both sides of it, and on a golden ground in the center green branches ascended, under which bounded hares and rabbits, stags and deer stretched their heads in between them, brightly-colored birds were sitting in the branches above, they lacked nothing but the gift of song. The shuttle leapt hither and thither, and everything seemed to grow of its own accord. As the shuttle had run away, the girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang, needle, my needle, sharp-pointed and fine, prepare for the wooer this house of mine. Then the needle leapt out of her fingers, and flew everywhere about the room as quick as lightning. It was just as if invisible spirits were working, it covered tables and benches with green cloth in an instant, and the chairs with velvet, and hung the windows with silken curtains. Hardly had the needle put in the last stitch than the maiden saw through the window the white feathers of the prince, whom the spindle had brought thither by the golden thread. He alighted, stepped over the carpet into the house, and when he entered the room, there stood the maiden in her poor garments, but she shone out from within them like a rose surrounded by leaves. You are the poorest and also the richest, said he to her. Come with me, you shall be my bride. She did not speak, but she gave him her hand. Then he gave her a kiss, led her forth, lifted her on to his horse, and took her to the royal castle, where the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings. The spindle, shuttle, and needle were preserved in the treasure-chamber, and held in great honor.",
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    "Thereupon she closed her eyes, and when she was laid in the earth, the maiden followed the coffin, weeping bitterly, and paid her the last mark of respect. And now the maiden lived quite alone in the little house, and was industrious, and spun, wove, and sewed, and the blessing of the good old woman was on all that she did. It seemed as if the flax in the room increased of its own accord, and whenever she wove a piece of cloth or carpet, or had made a shirt, she at once found a buyer who paid her amply for it, so that she was in want of nothing, and even had something to share with others. About this time, the son of the king was traveling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one.",
    "So he said, she shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest. When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place. They first named the richest. The poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendor before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room.",
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    "Then she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning, and a saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work, came into her mind, and she sang these words to herself, spindle, my spindle, haste, haste thee away, and here to my house bring the wooer, I pray. And what do you think happened. The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave.",
    "The spindle, however, danced continually onwards, and just as the thread came to an end, reached the prince. What do I see, he cried, the spindle certainly wants to show me the way, turned his horse about, and rode back with the golden thread. The girl however, was sitting at her work singing, shuttle, my shuttle, weave well this day, and guide the wooer to me, I pray. Immediately the shuttle sprang out of her hand and out by the door. Before the threshold, however, it began to weave a carpet which was more beautiful than the eyes of man had ever yet beheld.",
    "Lilies and roses blossomed on both sides of it, and on a golden ground in the center green branches ascended, under which bounded hares and rabbits, stags and deer stretched their heads in between them, brightly-colored birds were sitting in the branches above, they lacked nothing but the gift of song. The shuttle leapt hither and thither, and everything seemed to grow of its own accord. As the shuttle had run away, the girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang, needle, my needle, sharp-pointed and fine, prepare for the wooer this house of mine. Then the needle leapt out of her fingers, and flew everywhere about the room as quick as lightning.",
    "It was just as if invisible spirits were working, it covered tables and benches with green cloth in an instant, and the chairs with velvet, and hung the windows with silken curtains. Hardly had the needle put in the last stitch than the maiden saw through the window the white feathers of the prince, whom the spindle had brought thither by the golden thread. He alighted, stepped over the carpet into the house, and when he entered the room, there stood the maiden in her poor garments, but she shone out from within them like a rose surrounded by leaves. You are the poorest and also the richest, said he to her. Come with me, you shall be my bride. She did not speak, but she gave him her hand.",
    "Then he gave her a kiss, led her forth, lifted her on to his horse, and took her to the royal castle, where the wedding was solemnized with great rejoicings. The spindle, shuttle, and needle were preserved in the treasure-chamber, and held in great honor."
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    "Thereupon she closed her eyes, and when she was laid in the earth, the maiden followed the coffin, weeping bitterly, and paid her the last mark of respect. And now the maiden lived quite alone in the little house, and was industrious, and spun, wove, and sewed, and the blessing of the good old woman was on all that she did. It seemed as if the flax in the room increased of its own accord, and whenever she wove a piece of cloth or carpet, or had made a shirt, she at once found a buyer who paid her amply for it, so that she was in want of nothing, and even had something to share with others. About this time, the son of the king was traveling about the country looking for a bride. He was not to choose a poor one, and did not want to have a rich one.",
    "So he said, she shall be my wife who is the poorest, and at the same time the richest. When he came to the village where the maiden dwelt, he inquired, as he did wherever he went, who was the richest and also the poorest girl in the place. They first named the richest. The poorest, they said, was the girl who lived in the small house quite at the end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her splendor before the door of her house, and when the prince approached her, she got up, went to meet him, and made him a low curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and rode on. When he came to the house of the poor girl, she was not standing at the door, but sitting in her little room.",
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    "She closed her eyes tight. When the coffin was lowered into the earth, the young girl walked behind it. She cried a lot, but she wanted to pay her last respects to her friend. Now, the girl lived all alone in her little house. She worked very hard every day. She spun the flax, wove the cloth, and sewed the clothes. The kind old woman’s blessing was with her, and everything she did turned out perfectly. It was as if the flax grew faster by itself. When she made a shirt or a carpet, someone would come to buy it right away. She was paid very well, so she never had to want for anything. In fact, she had enough to share with others. Just then, the King’s son was traveling through the land. He was looking for a wife to marry. He did not want a poor girl, and he did not want a rich one.",
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    "Then she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning. A saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work came into her mind. She sang these words to herself: \"Spindle, my spindle, hurry, hurry away, and bring the wooer here to my house, I pray.\" And what do you think happened? The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant. It ran out the door, and when she got up in her surprise and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had no spindle now, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand. She sat down to her loom and began to weave.",
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    "It was as if magic hands were working. They covered the tables and benches with green cloth in a flash. The chairs were covered in soft velvet, and the windows were hung with silky curtains. The needle had just finished its last stitch when the maiden looked out the window. There, she saw the white feathers of the prince. The golden thread had brought him there. He landed softly, walked over the carpet, and stepped into the house. When he entered the room, the maiden stood there in her simple clothes. But she shone like a beautiful rose. You are the poorest, yet you are the richest, he said to her. Come with me, and you shall be my bride. She did not say a word, but she gave him her hand.",
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Then they said the poorest girl was the one who lived in the small house at the very end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her beautiful clothes by her front door. When the prince walked up to her, she stood up, walked to meet him, and made a polite curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and kept riding. When he came to the poor girl's house, she was not standing at the door. Instead, she was sitting quietly in her little room.\n\nHe stopped his horse and looked through the window. The bright sun was shining, and he saw the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel. She was working very hard. When she saw the prince looking in, she blushed all over her face. She looked down at her hands and went on spinning. I do not know if her thread was perfect, but she kept spinning until the prince rode away again. Then she went to the window and opened it. \"It is so warm in this room,\" she said softly. She looked after him as long as she could see the white feathers on his hat.\n\nThen she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning. A saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work came into her mind. She sang these words to herself: \"Spindle, my spindle, hurry, hurry away, and bring the wooer here to my house, I pray.\" And what do you think happened? The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant. It ran out the door, and when she got up in her surprise and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had no spindle now, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand. She sat down to her loom and began to weave.\n\nThe spindle kept dancing along the path. When the thread ran out, it reached the prince. \"What is this?\" he cried. \"The spindle wants to show me the way!\" He turned his horse around and rode back with the golden thread. The girl was sitting at her work and singing softly. \"Shuttle, my shuttle, weave well today,\" she said. \"Please guide my true love to me.\" Suddenly, the shuttle jumped out of her hand and ran out the door. Right before the door, it started to weave a carpet. It was the most beautiful carpet anyone had ever seen.\n\nBright flowers grew on both sides of the path. In the middle, green branches went up to the sky. Under the branches, little rabbits and deer poked their heads out to look around. Colorful birds sat in the branches above them. They had everything they needed, except for the gift of song. The shuttle flew back and forth on its own. The girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang a little song. \"Needle, my needle, sharp and fine, get ready for the wooer in my home.\" Suddenly, the needle jumped out of her fingers! It flew all around the room, moving as fast as lightning.\n\nIt was as if magic hands were working. They covered the tables and benches with green cloth in a flash. The chairs were covered in soft velvet, and the windows were hung with silky curtains. The needle had just finished its last stitch when the maiden looked out the window. There, she saw the white feathers of the prince. The golden thread had brought him there. He landed softly, walked over the carpet, and stepped into the house. When he entered the room, the maiden stood there in her simple clothes. But she shone like a beautiful rose. You are the poorest, yet you are the richest, he said to her. Come with me, and you shall be my bride. She did not say a word, but she gave him her hand.\n\nThen he gave her a sweet kiss. He led her out and put her on his horse. They rode to the royal castle together. There, they had a big wedding party. Everyone was so happy and cheered for them. The old tools were kept in a special room. They were treated with great love and respect.",
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    "Once there was a little girl whose parents passed away when she was very young. She lived all alone in a small house at the edge of the village with her kind godmother. The old woman earned her keep by spinning, weaving, and sewing. She took the sad child in and taught her to be good and kind. When the girl was fifteen, the old woman became very sick. She called the girl to her side and said, \"My dear child, I feel my time is coming to an end. I leave you this little house to keep you safe from the wind and rain. I also leave you my spindle, my shuttle, and my needle. You can use them to earn your food.\" Then she put her hands on the girl's head and blessed her. \"Just keep the love of God in your heart,\" she whispered, \"and everything will be fine.",
    "She closed her eyes tight. When the coffin was lowered into the earth, the young girl walked behind it. She cried a lot, but she wanted to pay her last respects to her friend. Now, the girl lived all alone in her little house. She worked very hard every day. She spun the flax, wove the cloth, and sewed the clothes. The kind old woman’s blessing was with her, and everything she did turned out perfectly. It was as if the flax grew faster by itself. When she made a shirt or a carpet, someone would come to buy it right away. She was paid very well, so she never had to want for anything. In fact, she had enough to share with others. Just then, the King’s son was traveling through the land. He was looking for a wife to marry. He did not want a poor girl, and he did not want a rich one.",
    "So he said, \"I will marry the girl who has the least money, but who is also the richest in her heart.\" When he arrived at the village where the maiden lived, he asked, just like he did everywhere, who was the richest and also the poorest girl there. They told him about the rich girl first. Then they said the poorest girl was the one who lived in the small house at the very end of the village. The rich girl was sitting in all her beautiful clothes by her front door. When the prince walked up to her, she stood up, walked to meet him, and made a polite curtsy. He looked at her, said nothing, and kept riding. When he came to the poor girl's house, she was not standing at the door. Instead, she was sitting quietly in her little room.",
    "He stopped his horse and looked through the window. The bright sun was shining, and he saw the girl sitting at her spinning-wheel. She was working very hard. When she saw the prince looking in, she blushed all over her face. She looked down at her hands and went on spinning. I do not know if her thread was perfect, but she kept spinning until the prince rode away again. Then she went to the window and opened it. \"It is so warm in this room,\" she said softly. She looked after him as long as she could see the white feathers on his hat.",
    "Then she sat down to work again in her room and went on with her spinning. A saying which the old woman had often repeated when she was sitting at her work came into her mind. She sang these words to herself: \"Spindle, my spindle, hurry, hurry away, and bring the wooer here to my house, I pray.\" And what do you think happened? The spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant. It ran out the door, and when she got up in her surprise and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, drawing a shining gold thread after it. Before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. As she had no spindle now, the girl took the weaver's shuttle in her hand. She sat down to her loom and began to weave.",
    "The spindle kept dancing along the path. When the thread ran out, it reached the prince. \"What is this?\" he cried. \"The spindle wants to show me the way!\" He turned his horse around and rode back with the golden thread. The girl was sitting at her work and singing softly. \"Shuttle, my shuttle, weave well today,\" she said. \"Please guide my true love to me.\" Suddenly, the shuttle jumped out of her hand and ran out the door. Right before the door, it started to weave a carpet. It was the most beautiful carpet anyone had ever seen.",
    "Bright flowers grew on both sides of the path. In the middle, green branches went up to the sky. Under the branches, little rabbits and deer poked their heads out to look around. Colorful birds sat in the branches above them. They had everything they needed, except for the gift of song. The shuttle flew back and forth on its own. The girl sat down to sew. She held the needle in her hand and sang a little song. \"Needle, my needle, sharp and fine, get ready for the wooer in my home.\" Suddenly, the needle jumped out of her fingers! It flew all around the room, moving as fast as lightning.",
    "It was as if magic hands were working. They covered the tables and benches with green cloth in a flash. The chairs were covered in soft velvet, and the windows were hung with silky curtains. The needle had just finished its last stitch when the maiden looked out the window. There, she saw the white feathers of the prince. The golden thread had brought him there. He landed softly, walked over the carpet, and stepped into the house. When he entered the room, the maiden stood there in her simple clothes. But she shone like a beautiful rose. You are the poorest, yet you are the richest, he said to her. Come with me, and you shall be my bride. She did not say a word, but she gave him her hand.",
    "Then he gave her a sweet kiss. He led her out and put her on his horse. They rode to the royal castle together. There, they had a big wedding party. Everyone was so happy and cheered for them. The old tools were kept in a special room. They were treated with great love and respect."
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