“The owl flew into the thicket, and directly afterwards there came out of it a crooked old woman, yellow and lean, with large red eyes and a hooked nose, the point of which reached to her chin. She mut- tered to herself, caught the nightmgale, and took it away in her hand. Joringel could neither speak nor move from the spot ; the nightingale was gone. At last the woman came back, and said in a hollow voice, " Greet thee, Zachiel.”

— Grimm's Household Tales: With the Author's Notes, Tale 69 · served from our shelf uncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan