Near by Ulenspiegel heard a cock crowing and saw a nurse playing with a child whose face she turned towards a man that was standing, saying:
“Boelkin, look nicely at papa!”
The child wept.
And the pretty girl continued to walk about in the garden, displacing and replacing the linen.
“She is a spy,” said Lamme.
The girl put her hands before her eyes, and smiling between her fingers, looked at Ulenspiegel.
Then pressing up her two breasts with her hands, she let them fall back, and swung again without her feet touching the ground. And the linen, unwinding itself, made her turn like a top, while Ulenspiegel saw her arms, bare to the shoulders, white and round in the pallid sunshine. Turning and smiling, she kept always looking at him. He went out to find her. Lamme followed him. At the hedge of the garden he searched for an opening to pass through, but found none.
The girl, seeing what he was doing, looked again, smiling between her fingers.
Ulenspiegel tried to break through the hedge, while Lamme, holding him back, said to him:
“Do not go there; she is a spy, we shall be burned.”