and then got up again, intending to stone the robbers to death with them. The stones, however, did not hit them, and they said,
"It will soon be morning; the wind is rising and shaking down the fir-cones."
Now all the time Kate had the door on her shoulder, and as it weighed upon her heavily, she thought it must be the the dried apples, and she said,
"Fred, I must throw down the dried apples."
"No, Kate, not now," answered he; "we might be discovered."
"Oh dear, Fred, but I must! they weigh me down so!" said she.
"Well then, do it, if you must, in the name of all that's tormenting!" cried he; and down rolled the apples between the boughs, and the robbers cried,
"There are birds in this tree!"
After a while, as the door still weighed her down heavily, Kate said, "O Fred, I must pour away the vinegar;" and he answered,
"No, Kate, you must not do that; we might be discovered."
"Oh dear me, Fred, but I must! it weighs me down so!"
"Then do it, if you must, in the name of all that's tormenting!"
And she poured out the vinegar, so that the men were all besprinkled.
And they said one to another,
"The morning dew is beginning to fall already."
At last Kate began to think that it must really be the door that weighed so heavy, and she said,
"Fred, I must throw down the door!" and he answered,
"No, Kate, not now; we might be discovered."
"Oh dear me, Fred, but I must! it weighs me down so."
"No, Kate, you must hold it fast."
"O Fred, it's slipping, it's falling!"
"Well then, let it fall in the name of torment!" cried Fred in a passion. And so it fell with a great crash, and the thieves below cried,
"There is something wrong about this tree!" and they got up in a great hurry and ran off, leaving their spoil behind them.
