"the poor maiden said that it was only a silly boast of her father, for that she could do no such thing as spin straw into gold: the chamber door was locked, and she was left alone."

The miller lied and "told the king of the land, who used to come and hunt in the wood, that his daughter could spin gold out of straw."

Even though the king received the gold "his heart grew still more greedy of gain, and he shut up the poor miller's daughter again with a fresh task."

"'Then say you will give me,' said the little man, 'the first little child that you may have when you are queen."