All but one, which she held clasped in her hand.
"Then Olga wept at the castle gate; wept outside in the night and the darkness, in her beggar's garb of tow.

But after awhile, through her sobbing, stole the answering sob of the night wind.

'Hush-sh!' it seemed to say.

'Sh-sh! Never a heart can come to harm, if the lips but speak the old dame's charm.' "The voice of the night wind sounded so much like the voice of the old flax-spinner that Olga was startled and looked around wonderingly.

Then suddenly she seemed to see the little thatched cottage and the bent form of the lonely old woman at the wheel.