"Spider," she said, "will you
teach me to spin and to weave?”
"Young girl," said the spider,
"will you teach me to weep?"
"What need have you of weeping?"
said Sigrid.
The spider looked at the fine, jewelled tears
in his web.
"What need have you of spinning?"
he said.
"I must spin acres of land.
I must weave a coat of green to cover the sea."
