My two daughters and I are very poor. We live in a small village near the sea, and we seldom leave the house. We work all day long making veils for ladies. Every morning, I take the veils over the bridge and sell them in the city. I buy our food for the day and then I return home to do my share of veil-making.
One morning, I rose a little earlier, and set off for the city. I was crossing the bridge when my feet knocked against a human head. It said, “Take me home with you, good mother!” I was terrified, and I turned on my heels and ran home as fast as I could, but this thing rolled and bounced after me. When I arrived at the house, it bounded through the door, stopped in front of the fire, and begged me to allow it to stay.