After journeying a long way, Zoza arrived at this fairy's castle, and
was received with the same affection. And the next morning this
fairy likewise gave her a letter to another sister, together with a
chestnut, cautioning her in the same manner. Then Zoza travelled
on to the next castle, where she was received with a thousand
caresses and given a filbert, which she was never to open, unless
the greatest necessity obliged her. So she set out upon her journey,
and passed so many forests and rivers, that at the end of seven
years, just at the time of day when the Sun, awakened by the
coming of the cocks, has saddled his steed to run his accustomed
stages, she arrived almost lame at Round-Field.

There, at the entrance to the city, she saw a marble tomb, at the
foot of a fountain, which was weeping tears of crystal at seeing
itself shut up in a porphyry prison. And, lifting up the pitcher, she
placed it in her lap and began to weep into it, imitating the
fountain to make two little fountains of her eyes. And thus she
continued without ever raising her head from the mouth of the
pitcher--until, at the end of two days, it was full within two inches
of the top. But, being wearied with so much weeping, she was
unawares overtaken by sleep, and was obliged to rest for an hour
or so under the canopy of her eyes.

Meanwhile a certain Slave, with the legs of a grasshopper, came,
as she was wont, to the fountain, to fill her water-cask. Now she
knew the meaning of the fountain which was talked of
everywhere; and when she saw Zoza weeping so incessantly, and
making two little streams from her eyes, she was always watching
and spying until the pitcher should be full enough for her to add