“She at once made heiself a salad of it, and ate it with much relish. She, hewever, liked it so much — so very much, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he Avas to have any rest, her husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he let himself down again ; but when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him.”

— Grimm's Household Tales: With the Author's Notes, Tale 12 · served from our shelf  receiptuncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan