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And now the boy had to plant and water the garden, hoe and dig,

and bear the wind and bad weather. Once in summer when he was

working alone in the garden, the day was so warm he took his

little cap off that the air might cool him. As the sun shone on

his hair it glittered and flashed so that the rays fell into the

bedroom of the king's daughter, and up she sprang to see what

that could be. Then she saw the boy, and cried to him: 'Boy,

bring me a wreath of flowers.' He put his cap on with all haste,

and gathered wild field-flowers and bound them together. When he

was ascending the stairs with them, the gardener met him, and

said: 'How can you take the king's daughter a garland of such

common flowers?