صفحة 160 من 626

'Now, little mite of a man, do that likewise,' 'Well thrown,'

said the tailor, 'but after all the stone came down to earth

again; I will throw you one which shall never come back at all,'

and he put his hand into his pocket, took out the bird, and threw

it into the air. The bird, delighted with its liberty, rose, flew

away and did not come back. 'How does that shot please you,

comrade?' asked the tailor.