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Then Clever Elsie began to weep and said: 'If I get Hans, and we

have a child, and he grows big, and we send him into the cellar

here to draw beer, then the pick-axe will fall on his head and

kill him.' Then she sat and wept and screamed with all the

strength of her body, over the misfortune which lay before her.

Those upstairs waited for the drink, but Clever Elsie still did

not come. Then the woman said to the servant: 'Just go down into

the cellar and see where Elsie is.' The maid went and found her

sitting in front of the barrel, screaming loudly. 'Elsie why do

you weep?' asked the maid. 'Ah,' she answered, 'have I not reason

to weep? If I get Hans, and we have a child, and he grows big,

and has to draw beer here, the pick-axe will perhaps fall on his

head, and kill him.' Then said the maid: 'What a clever Elsie we

have!' and sat down beside her and began loudly to weep over the

misfortune.