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Updated: June 16, 2025
But I must get up, or else they will make nothing but mistakes for me in my house. It is a lucky thing for me though, that I am not really dead." 179 The Goose-Girl at the Well There was once upon a time a very old woman, who lived with he flock of geese in a waste place among the mountains, and there had a little house.
It was always the German landscape; sometimes flat and fertile, sometimes hilly and poor; often clothed with dense woods, but always charming, with castled tops in ruin or repair, and with levels where Gothic villages drowsed within their walls, and dreamed of the mediaeval past, silent, without apparent life, except for some little goose-girl driving her flock before her as she sallied out into the nineteenth century in search of fresh pasturage.
"That is mine" with the first sign of diffidence. "Melodies are always running through my head. Sometimes they make me forget things I ought to remember." "Your own music? An impresario will be discovering you some fine day, and your fortune will be made." The light irony did not escape her. "I am only a goose-girl." He felt disarmed. "What is your name?" "Gretchen." "What else?"
The King ordered Conrad to go next day as usual and he followed into the field and hid behind a bush. He saw it happen just as Conrad had told him. Thereupon he went away unnoticed; and in the evening, when the Goose-girl came home, he asked her why she did all these things. "That I may not tell you," she answered.
"I won't mind that," replied Amrei; "and you have told me hundreds of times about how a goose-girl became a queen." "That was in olden times. But who knows? you belong to the old world. Sometimes it seems to me that you are not a child at all, and who knows, you old-fashioned soul, if a wonder won't happen in your case?"
The occupation which makes the reason clear is so absorbing that a night which is not any longer is discovered. To please while there is no attention is one way when there is a way to be older. This has many little interruptions and a kiss on both cheeks is not in disorder. A goose-girl is not a girl that geese regard and explain, a goose girl is a real wonder.
All this the old king saw: so he went home without being seen; and when the little goose-girl came back in the evening he called her aside, and asked her why she did so: but she burst into tears, and said, 'That I must not tell you or any man, or I shall lose my life. But the old king begged so hard, that she had no peace till she had told him all the tale, from beginning to end, word for word.
"Which was day before yesterday!" "Not any further back than that?" "Not an hour." She turned to make change, while Carmichael's eyes roved in search of a vacant chair. He saw but one. "The goose-girl?" he murmured suddenly. "Is Gretchen one of your waitresses?" "She comes in once in a while. She's a good girl and I'm glad to help her," Fräu Bauer replied.
Such a topsy-turvy state of society was shocking. Why, the Mayor's little daughter was tending geese out in the meadow like any common goose-girl! Her pretty elder sister, Violetta, felt very sad about it, and used often to cast about in her mind for some way of relief. When cherries were ripe in spring, Violetta thought she would ask the Cherry-man about it. She thought the Cherry-man quite wise.
His long fingers rested on the marble balustrade, and the royal rings winked wickedly at the Princess. The King said to her, "What did my sons say and do to you?" Then she related everything. The King frowned. "But how do I know whether you are really the Princess Myrtle? You may for all that be but a goose-girl or a beggar-maid."
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