fear, for the little tailor had hit the mark, and she had firmly believed that not a soul could guess it. when she had recovered herself she said : "don't fancy you have won me yet. there is something else you must do first. below in the stable is a bear with whom you must spend the night, and if when i get up in the morning i find you still alive you shall marry me."
she quite expected to rid herself of the tailor in this way, for the bear had never left any one alive who had once come within reach of his claws. the tailor had no notion 