And so the poor miller's daughter was left there sitting, and could not think what to do for her life: she had no notion how to set to work to spin gold from straw, and her distress grew so great that she began to weep. Then all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, who said, "Good evening, miller's daughter; why are you crying?" "Oh!" answered the girl, I have got to spin gold out of straw, and I don't understand the business." Then the little man said, "What will you give me if I spin it for you. "My necklace," said the girl