Little Bluewing went to the wood where the nuts grew. The silver-linden was rustling in the breeze, and the humble-bees hummed and buzzed round its blossoms. The slow-worm was really there, although its copper looked a bit rusty.
“Hallo! There is Little Bluewing, who is to have the goldpowder,” said the copper snake. “Well, you shall have it on three conditions: no to talk, not to be led astray, not to be inquisitive. Now go straight ahead and you will find the goldpowder.”
Little Bluewing went straight ahead. On her way she met a woman.
“Good morning, child,” said the woman. “Have you been to see the gardener at Sunnyglade?”
“Good morning, woman,” said Little Bluewing without stopping.
“Well, you aren’t a gossip,” said the woman.
Next she met a gipsy.
“Where are you going to?” asked the gipsy.
“Straight ahead,” answered Little Bluewing.
“Then you won’t be led astray,” said the gipsy.