"Oh, mother," Arachne would answer. Then she would go on weaving. She thought that her work was far more
important than sleep. In the morning, she always puffed
up with pride when she saw what she had made in the
dark.
The cloths she wove were very beautiful. In fact, they
were the best in all the land, and news of them traveled
fast. So, it was not long before folks showed up at
Arachne's door just to watch her work.