The good maid, wishing to save her fellow-damsel so long a suffering, tried with might and main to bear in mind the name of the potent herb. At length she dropped asleep, and when she opened her eyes, she knew nothing at all about the matter.
There lived an old woman who possessed a very pretty garden, wherein she cultivated a most beautiful bed of tulips. The pixies, so delighted in this spot, would carry their elfin babes thither, and sing them to rest.