ABSTRACT
In olden times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king whose daughters
were all beautiful, but the youngest was so lovely that the sun itself, which has seen
so much, brightened whenever it shone on her face. Now, close by the King’s
castle under an old lime tree was a pond, and when the day was very warm, this
girl would take a golden ball, and play with it under the tree throwing it high up in
the air and catching it, and the golden ball became her favourite thing.
