Seven years have I been
waiting, and no one has come to milk me." But the girl said, "No, I
can't milk you, I'm in a hurry," and went on faster. Then she came to
the apple-tree, and the apple-tree asked her to help shake the fruit.
"No, I can't; another day p'raps I may," and went on till she came to
the witch's house. Well, it happened to her just the same as to the
other girl--she forgot what she was told, and one day when the witch was
out, looked up the chimney, and down fell a bag of money. Well, she
thought she would be off at once. When she reached the apple-tree, she
heard the witch coming after her, and she cried:
"Apple-tree, apple-tree, hide me,
So the old witch can't find me;
If she does she'll break my bones,
And bury me under the marble stones."
But the tree didn't answer, and she ran on further. Presently the witch
came up and said:
"Tree of mine, tree of mine,
Have you seen a girl,
With a willy-willy wag, and a long-tailed bag,
Who's stole my money, all I had?"
The tree said, "Yes, mother; she's gone down that way.
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