"I don't know that story," said Alexandra.

"A miller was a boastful man, and there was nothing that anyone could do that he couldn't do better, or, if not him, then his daughter. She was a quiet girl and kept to herself. She loved to spin, and would sit by the fire and listen to her father boast while she spun wool into thread. One day a King rode through their village and stopped by the mill for a drink. Sure enough, the miller filled the King's ears with boasting, but the King just ...