"A maid pure and bright," said the stone, and so they lay down to sleep; but when the night wore on the Princess came and lay down in Annie's stead.
But next morning, when they were to get up, the Prince asked the stone again,—
"Who is this that steps out of my bed?"
"One that has had three bairns," said the stone.
When the Prince heard that he wouldn't have her, you may know very well; and so he packed her off home again, and took another sweetheart.
But as he went to see her, little Annie went and sat down in his way again.
"Sitting all alone there, little Annie, the goose-girl," said the Prince.
"Yes, here I sit, and put stitch to stitch, and patch on patch; for I'm waiting to-day for the king's son from England," said Annie.
"Oh! you mustn't look to have him," said the king's son.
"Nay, but if I'm to have him, have him I shall, after all;" that was what Annie thought.
Well, it was the same story over again with the Prince; only this time, when his bride got up in the morning, the stone said she'd had six bairns.
So the Prince wouldn't have her either, but sent her about her business; but still he thought he'd try once more if he couldn't find one who was pure and spotless; and he sought far and wide in many lands, till at last he found one he thought he might trust. But when he went to see her, little Annie the goose-girl had put herself in his way.
