There was a miller who had a beautiful daughter. So the miller boasted to the king that his daughter can spin straw into gold.
So the king took the beautiful daughter and put her in a room and the king said,"All this straw must be spun into gold before morning, as you love your life."
the beautiful daughter was sad but then a little man hobbled in and said,"good morrow to you, my my good lass;what are you weeping for?" "I must spin this straw into gold, and I don't know how." "What are you willing to give me," said the hobgoblin, " do it for you?" "My necklace," replied the beautiful daughter.
The beautiful daughter didn't have any thing else to give the little goblin after the goblin spun the gold for her. So the goblin gave now to be Queen three days to guess his name and if she does not guess his name he gets to take away her baby.
So the Queen sent out searchers to guess his name. The next day the little goblin comes and she said is your name Tiomthy, Ichabod, Benjamin,or Jeremiah and he said madam that is not my name. The second day the little man comes again and says so did you guess my name? And she said Brandy-legs, Hunchback, Crook-Shakes and he said madam that is not my name.
The third day the little goblin comes in and says any last words? She said yes is it John, Tom, Jemmy and he said no madam. Can it possibly be Rumpelstiltskin? Some Witch told you that. cried the little man and raged and stumped away.