each other and have a child, and he is big, and we perhaps send him
here to draw something to drink, then the pick-axe which has been left
up there might dash his brains out if it were to fall down, so have we
not reason to weep?” “Come,” said Hans, “more understanding than that
is not needed for my household, as thou art such a clever Elsie, I will
have thee,” and he seized her hand, took her upstairs with him, and
married her.
After Hans had had her some time, he said, “Wife, I am going out to
work and earn some money for us; go into the field and cut the corn
that we may have some bread.” “Yes, dear Hans, I will do that.” After
Hans had gone away, she cooked herself some good broth and took it into
the field with her. When she came to the field she said to herself,
“What shall I do; shall I shear first, or shall I eat first? Oh, I will
eat first.” Then she emptied her basin of broth, and when she was fully
satisfied, she once more said, “What shall I do? Shall I shear first,
or shall I sleep first? I will sleep first.” Then she lay down among
the corn and fell asleep. Hans had been at home for a long time, but
Elsie did not come; then said he, “What a clever Elsie I have; she is
so industrious that she does not even come home to eat.” As, however,
she still stayed away, and it was evening, Hans went out to see what
she had cut, but nothing was cut, and she was lying among the corn
asleep. Then Hans hastened home and brought a fowler’s net with little
bells and hung it round about her, and she still went on sleeping. Then
he ran home, shut the house-door, and sat down in his chair and worked.
At length, when it was quite dark, Clever Elsie awoke and when she got
up there was a jingling all round about her, and the bells rang at each
step which she took. Then she was alarmed, and became uncertain whether
she really was Clever Elsie or not, and said, “Is it I, or is it not
I?” But she knew not what answer to make to this, and stood for a time
in doubt; at length she thought, “I will go home and ask if it be I, or
if it be not I, they will be sure to know.” She ran to the door of her
own house, but it was shut; then she knocked at the window and cried,
“Hans, is Elsie within?” “Yes,” answered Hans, “she is within.”
Hereupon she was terrified, and said, “Ah, heavens! Then it is not I,”
and went to another door; but when the people heard the jingling of the
bells they would not open it, and she could get in nowhere. Then she
ran out of the village, and no one has seen her since.
35 The Tailor in Heaven
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