<h3><SPAN name="chap34"></SPAN>34 Clever Elsie</h3>
<p>There was once a man who had a daughter who was called Clever Elsie. And when
she had grown up her father said, “We will get her married.”
“Yes,” said the mother; “if only any one would come who would
have her.” At length a man came from a distance and wooed her, who was
called Hans; but he stipulated that Clever Elsie should be really wise.
“Oh,” said the father, “she’s sharp enough;” and
the mother said, “Oh, she can see the wind coming up the street, and hear
the flies coughing.” “Well,” said Hans, “if she is not
really wise, I won’t have her.” When they were sitting at dinner
and had eaten, the mother said, “Elsie, go into the cellar and fetch some
beer.” Then Clever Elsie took the pitcher from the wall, went into the
cellar, and tapped the lid briskly as she went, so that the time might not
appear long. When she was below she fetched herself a chair, and set it before
the barrel so that she had no need to stoop, and did not hurt her back or do
herself any unexpected injury. Then she placed the can before her, and turned
the tap, and while the beer was running she would not let her eyes be idle, but
looked up at the wall, and after much peering here and there, saw a pick-axe
exactly above her, which the masons had accidentally left there.</p>
<p>Then Clever Elsie began to weep, and said, “If I get Hans, and we have a
child, and he grows big, and we send him into the cellar here to draw beer,
then the pick-axe will fall on his head and kill him.” Then she sat and
wept and screamed with all the strength of her body, over the misfortune which
lay before her. Those upstairs waited for the drink, but Clever Elsie still did
not come. Then the woman said to the servant, “Just go down into the
cellar and see where Elsie is.” The maid went and found her sitting in
front of the barrel, screaming loudly. “Elsie, why weepest thou?”
asked the maid. “Ah,” she answered, “have I not reason to
weep? If I get Hans, and we have a child, and he grows big, and has to draw
beer here, the pick-axe will perhaps fall on his head, and kill him.”
Then said the maid, “What a clever Elsie we have!” and sat down
beside her and began loudly to weep over the misfortune. After a while, as the
maid did not come back, those upstairs were thirsty for the beer, the man said
to the boy, “Just go down into the cellar and see where Elsie and the
girl are.” The boy went down, and there sat Clever Elsie and the girl
both weeping together. Then he asked, “Why are ye weeping?”
“Ah,” said Elsie, “have I not reason to weep? If I get Hans,
and we have a child, and he grows big, and has to draw beer here, the pick-axe
will fall on his head and kill him.” Then said the boy, “What a
clever Elsie we have!” and sat down by her, and likewise began to howl
loudly. Upstairs they waited for the boy, but as he still did not return, the
man said to the woman, “Just go down into the cellar and see where Elsie
is!” The woman went down, and found all three in the midst of their
lamentations, and inquired what was the cause; then Elsie told her also that
her future child was to be killed by the pick-axe, when it grew big and had to
draw beer, and the pick-axe fell down. Then said the mother likewise,
“What a clever Elsie we have!” and sat down and wept with them. The
man upstairs waited a short time, but as his wife did not come back and his
thirst grew ever greater, he said, “I must go into the cellar myself and
see where Elsie is.” But when he got into the cellar, and they were all
sitting together crying, and he heard the reason, and that Elsie’s child
was the cause, and that Elsie might perhaps bring one into the world some day,
and that it might be killed by the pick-axe, if it should happen to be sitting
beneath it, drawing beer just at the very time when it fell down, he cried,
“Oh, what a clever Elsie!” and sat down, and likewise wept with
them. The bridegroom stayed upstairs alone for a long time; then as no one
would come back he thought, “They must be waiting for me below; I too
must go there and see what they are about.” When he got down, five of
them were sitting screaming and lamenting quite piteously, each out-doing the
other. “What misfortune has happened then?” he asked. “Ah,
dear Hans,” said Elsie, “if we marry each other and have a child,
and he is big, and we perhaps send him here to draw something to drink, then
the pick-axe which has been left up there might dash his brains out if it were
to fall down, so have we not reason to weep?” “Come,” said
Hans, “more understanding than that is not needed for my household, as
thou art such a clever Elsie, I will have thee,” and he seized her hand,
took her upstairs with him, and married her.</p>
<p>After Hans had had her some time, he said, “Wife, I am going out to work
and earn some money for us; go into the field and cut the corn that we may have
some bread.” “Yes, dear Hans, I will do that.” After Hans had
gone away, she cooked herself some good broth and took it into the field with
her. When she came to the field she said to herself, “What shall I do;
shall I shear first, or shall I eat first? Oh, I will eat first.” Then
she emptied her basin of broth, and when she was fully satisfied, she once more
said, “What shall I do? Shall I shear first, or shall I sleep first? I
will sleep first.” Then she lay down among the corn and fell asleep. Hans
had been at home for a long time, but Elsie did not come; then said he,
“What a clever Elsie I have; she is so industrious that she does not even
come home to eat.” As, however, she still stayed away, and it was
evening, Hans went out to see what she had cut, but nothing was cut, and she
was lying among the corn asleep. Then Hans hastened home and brought a
fowler’s net with little bells and hung it round about her, and she still
went on sleeping. Then he ran home, shut the house-door, and sat down in his
chair and worked. At length, when it was quite dark, Clever Elsie awoke and
when she got up there was a jingling all round about her, and the bells rang at
each step which she took. Then she was alarmed, and became uncertain whether
she really was Clever Elsie or not, and said, “Is it I, or is it not
I?” But she knew not what answer to make to this, and stood for a time in
doubt; at length she thought, “I will go home and ask if it be I, or if
it be not I, they will be sure to know.” She ran to the door of her own
house, but it was shut; then she knocked at the window and cried, “Hans,
is Elsie within?” “Yes,” answered Hans, “she is
within.” Hereupon she was terrified, and said, “Ah, heavens! Then
it is not I,” and went to another door; but when the people heard the
jingling of the bells they would not open it, and she could get in nowhere.
Then she ran out of the village, and no one has seen her since.</p>
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