It was like a shimmer of moonbeams, and her hair held the diamond flashings of a hundred tiny stars.
"That night the prince paid her so many compliments and singled her out so often to bestow his favours, that Olga's head was turned.

She tossed it proudly, and quite scorned the thought of the humble cottage which had given her shelter so long.

The next day, when she had returned to her gown of tow, and was no longer a haughty court lady, but only Olga, the flax-spinner's maiden, she repined at her lot.

Frowning she carried the water from the spring.

Frowning she gathered the cresses and plucked the woodland fruit.