In a summer pasture belonging to Attmar one summer .........

In a summer pasture belonging to Attmar, one summer long ago, there was a young woman who had gotten into trouble. As it was then a shame to have an illegitimate child, she decided to dispose of it at birth. In another cottage on the pasture was an old woman, to whom the young woman confided her predicament and her decision, while also asking the old woman to help her with the delivery, etc. The old woman promised to do so. And early one morning, a little baby girl saw the light of day in the summer pasture, when the old woman was told by the child's mother to kill the girl. But since the old woman had a purpose with her promise, she said: “No, first I will wash the child, then you shall kiss it, and after that, we'll just have to see.” The old woman knew, namely, that if motherly love hadn't awakened before, it would be awakened by her kissing the child. And she was right. For after the young woman had kissed the child, she didn't want to let it go. Thereupon, the young women heard a voice under the bridge saying, “Is this the thanks for me helping you out of all 'flames' (difficulties) this summer?” They well understood that it was the evil one. And the child, who was born that morning in the summer pasture, was later married to a wealthy farmer in the parish.