“Was that your dream?” said they.
“Yes, that was my dream,” said he.
This tale was a dream. The Sender of dreams has sent three apples from above; one for him who told the story, one for him who asked that the story be told, and one for him who listened to the story.
THE BRIDE OF THE FOUNTAIN.
Somewhere I have heard that there were once three sisters, whose mother went to town to buy them dresses. On her way back to the village she sat down by a fountain to rest.
“Tush!” exclaimed she, remembering that she had forgotten to buy a dress for her youngest daughter.
Suddenly an old man came out from the fountain, and standing before the woman, said:
“My name is Tush; why did you call me?”
“I did not call you,” said the woman, “I exclaimed, ‘Tush!’ because I had forgotten to buy a dress for my youngest daughter.”