"What do you want of me, mother?" asked the old man.
"Nothing, my son; I was sleeping and dreaming a strange dream."
"What was it about, mother?"
"I thought I saw a place—I don't know where—where there was a well supplied with water from a spring, by which sick people were cured, and even dying persons, after drinking a single mouthful of it; and more than that, corpses even were resuscitated after having been sprinkled with a few drops of this marvellous water. But for twenty years this well has remained dry: what should be done to fill it as of old?"
HE PLACED HIS HEAD OF GOLD UPON HIS MOTHER'S KNEES."
"The remedy is simple enough: a frog has lodged itself in the opening, and so prevents the water of the spring entering the well. Let them kill the frog, and their well will be as full of water as it used to be."
When the old man was again soundly sleeping, the old woman plucked another gold hair from his head and threw it upon the floor.
"What do you want of me, mother?"