and what do you think happened? the spindle sprang out of her hand in an instant, and out of the door, and when, in her astonishment, she got up and looked after it, she saw that it was dancing out merrily into the open country, and drawing a shining golden thread after it. before long, it had entirely vanished from her sight. as she had now no spindle, the girl took the weaver’s shuttle in her hand, sat down to her loom, and began to weave.