"to-morrow, you shall only do me a very trifling piece of work. behind my house, there is an old dry well, into which my light has fallen, it burns blue, and never goes out, and you shall bring it up again for me." next day the old woman took him to the well, and let him down in a basket. he found the blue light, and made her a signal to draw him up again. she did draw him up, but when he came near the edge, she stretched down her hand and wanted to take the blue light away from him. "no," said he, perceiving her evil intention, "i will not give thee the light until i am standing with both feet upon the ground." the witch fell into a passion, let him down again into the well, and went away.