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morning. The girl didn’t know what to do, and began to cry; then the door opened as before, and the tiny little man appeared and said: ‘What’ll you give me if I spin the straw into gold for you?’
‘The ring from my finger,’ answered the girl. The manikin took the ring, and whir! round went the spinning-wheel again, and when morning broke he had spun all the straw into glittering gold. The King was pleased beyond measure at the sight, but his greed
