In golden times when still helped one there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful. But the youngest was so beautiful that the sun was astonished whenever it shone in her face.

Close by the king's castle lay a great dark forest and under an old lime- tree in the forest was a well. When the day was very warm the king's child went out into the forest. She sat down by the side of the cool fountain. When she was bored she took a golden ball and threw it up on high and caught it. This ball was her favorite plaything.