Toward morning, she was startled from her sorrow by the grating of the keel on the shore; and when she looked up, she saw that she had drifted to a little island. […] When she came to it, she found a lake of clear, blue water. […] “So graceful she looked as she worked with her spindle.” […] she is come!” […] At night she was tied to a tree, but during the day she could wander about as she pleased.