"But how shall I weave this fine, fine thread?" said Sigrid.

"All the insects have three pairs of legs," said the spider. "But I have a fourth pair, that I may weave my web. You must go a little further along the shore until you come to a sweet perfume in the air. Where you find roses growing with the fern, there you will find a bed of wind-fallen pine. The needles shall be your spindle to throw into the wind. The cone shall be your whorl to weight your wool to earth. The needles shall be your fingers to weave this fine wool."