"Soon she came to a little wild crab apple tree, heavy with fruit. She made a nest of apples and put props under the branches so they would not break with the weight of fruit. It was so quiet in the woods that she could bear her own footsteps. She could bear every withered little twig snap under her feet. Not a bird was to be seen at midday, and the leafy branches kept out the bright sun. The trees stood so close together that when she looked ahead it seemed as if a thick fence of beams hemmed her in. She had never been so alone before.
"That night was very dark. Not a single glowworm sparkled in the marsh. Sadly Elise lay down to sleep. It seemed to her that the branches above her parted and an angel's head peered through at her. But in the morning she could not feel sure whether she had dreamed this or whether it was really something true.
"After a breakfast of crab apples and a bath in the pond, Elise walked on through the forest. Soon she met an old woman with a basketful of berries, which she gave Elise, who asked her if she had seen eleven princes anywhere. 'No,' said the woman, 'but yesterday I saw eleven swans with gold crowns on their heads swimming in the stream over there.' "
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