When the day came when the wedding was to be celebrated, the bridegroom appeared, and the Miller had invited all his relations and friends. As they sat at table, each was bidden to relate something. The bride sat still, and said nothing. Then said the bridegroom to the bride, “Come, my darling, dost thou know nothing? Relate something to us like the rest.”

She replied, “Then I will relate a dream. I was walking alone through a wood, and at last I came to a house, in which no living soul was, but on the wall there was a bird in a cage which cried,

“ ‘Turn back, turn back, young maiden dear,

’Tis a murderer’s house you enter here.’

“ ‘Turn back, turn back, young maiden dear, ’Tis a murderer’s house you enter here.’