olish
that no one wanted to marry her.

One day, however, a young man arrived to pay his addresses to her, and
her mother, beaming with joy, sent her daughter down to the cellar to
draw a jug of beer.

As the girl never came back the mother went down to see what had become
of her, and found her sitting on the stairs, her head in her hands,
while by her side the beer was running all over the floor, as she
had forgotten to close the tap. 'What are you doing there?' asked the
mother.

'I was thinking what I shall call my first child after I am married to
that young man. All the names in the calendar are taken already.'

The mother sat down on the staircase beside her daughter and said, 'I
will think about it with you, my dear.'

The father who had stayed upstairs with the young man was surprised that
neither his wife nor his daughter came back, and in his turn went down
to look for them. He found them both sitting on the stairs, while beside
them the beer was running all over the ground from the tap, which was
wide open.

'What are you doing there? The beer is running all over the cellar.'

'We were thinking what we should call the children that our daughter
will have when she marries that young man. All the names in the calendar
are taken already.'

'Well,' said the father, 'I will think about it with you.'

As neither mother nor daughter nor father came upstairs again, the lover
grew impatient, and went down into the cellar to see what they could all
be doing. He found them all three sitting on the stairs, while beside
them the beer was running all over the ground from the tap, which was
wide open.

'What in the world are you all doing that you don't come upstairs, and
that you let the beer run all over the cellar?'

'Yes, I know, my boy,' said the father, 'but if you marry our daughter
what shall you call your children? All the names in the calendar are
taken.'

When the young man heard this answer he replied:

'Well! good-bye, I am going away. When I shall have found three people
sillier than you I will come back and marry your daughter.'

So he continued his journey, and after walking a long way he reached an
orchard. Then he saw some people knocking down walnuts, and trying to
throw them into a cart with a fork.

'What are you doing there?' he asked.

'We want to load the cart with our walnuts, but we can't manage to do
it.'

The lover advised them to get a basket and to put the walnuts in it,