“Go,” she said, “and fetch me some water to boil the dumplings for supper. The sprite led the children into the kitchen and there she gave the little girl a bucket that had no bottom. Her face was green and her hair was green, and her eyes were green. The water-sprite would have been beautiful if only she had not been so green.
I am lonely here, so you shall stay with me and be my helpers, and whatever I ask you to do, you must do.” “I saw you playing on the edge of the well, and it was I who made you fall in. The little brother and sister went up to the castle and knocked at the door, and at once the water-sprite opened it to them. This castle belonged to the water-sprite who owned the well. The two children went down-down-down-through the waters, and when they came to the bottom they found themselves in a country of green meadows and trees and streams, and before them stood a shining castle with domes and towers. I’m afraid you will fall in.”Įven as he spoke the little girl slipped and fell into the well, and as she had hold of her brother’s hand she pulled him in after her.
“It is only a reflection of the clouds,” said the little boy. “It seems to me that down below there I can see green meadows and flocks of sheep moving over them,” she said. The little girl held her brother’s hand, and leaned far over to look down into it. A little brother and sister were playing one day on the edge of a well that belonged to a water-sprite.
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