“Thou hast eaten with him, Thou hast drunk with him, Thou hast had no thought for us, To find out for thyself where thou canst pass the night.”

When she was asleep the old man came, looked at her, shook his head, and let her down into the cellar.

On the third morning the woodcutter said to his wife, “Send our youngest child out with my dinner today, she has always been good and obedient, and will stay in the right path, and not run about after every wild humblebee, as her sisters did.”

The mother did not want to do it, and said, “Am I to lose my dearest child, as well?”