But nothing could keep this tiresome queen amused for long together, and in about a fortnight she had grown quite tired of her wonderful bath.

It seemed as if the king's pains had been all thrown away.

She grew cross and discontented again, and her ladies began to say to each other, 'What will she wish for next, I wonder?
The king might as well try to drink up the sea as try to get her all she wants.' At last, one day, when she and her ladies were walking near the palace, they met a shepherdess driving a flock of sheep up into the hills.

The shepherdess looked so pretty and bright in her red petticoat and tall yellow cap, that the queen stopped to speak to her.
"'Where are you going, pretty maiden, with your woolly white sheep ?' she asked.
"'I am going up to the hills,' said the shepherdess.

'Now the sun has scorched up the fields down below we must take our sheep up to the cool hills, where the grass is still fresh and green.