She spoke to little-Hans Gretel: “My loving I regret. You jest with all the girls, we are the parted people. Go your way again! My kiss remains to you denied, until the spanish lilac bush in the garden apples bears!” The window was closed, and the curtain drew she before, and little-Hans went morosely from his beloved's door. As the days afterwards he again the path to the trusted one found, sat Gretel at the lilac bush, upon which she apples tied.