all except the gleam of the girl's white dress before him, and the water pitcher became so heavy that his shoulder well-nigh broke with the weight of it, but he struggled on, determined not to lose sight of his strange and beautiful guide.
Quite unexpectedly they came at length to a little log hut with a candle shining in the window. As they approached it, the door was opened by an old man, white-haired, shriveled and bent, with an old, wrinkled woman beside him.
"Come in, daughter," said the aged man, motioning to the girl. "Have you brought the Prince's son?"
"That I have, Father," she replied, and her voice was as lovely as her beautiful face. The Prince's son entered the little hut, wondering greatly, and the door was closed behind him.
Without a word of explanation, the aged couple made haste to set before him a simple, hearty supper, the girl having disappeared meanwhile into an inner room.
