صفحة 28 من 626

I will put them into my pillow, and then I am sure I shall sleep

soundly without rocking. How happy my mother will be! Talk of a

pig, indeed! Give me a fine fat goose.'

As he came to the next village, he saw a scissor-grinder with his

wheel, working and singing,

'O'er hill and o'er dale So happy I roam, Work light and live

well, All the world is my home; Then who so blythe, so merry as

I?'

Hans stood looking on for a while, and at last said, 'You must be

well off, master grinder! you seem so happy at your work.' 'Yes,'

said the other, 'mine is a golden trade; a good grinder never

puts his hand into his pocket without finding money in it--but

where did you get that beautiful goose?' 'I did not buy it, I

gave a pig for it.' 'And where did you get the pig?' 'I gave a

cow for it.' 'And the cow?' 'I gave a horse for it.' 'And the

horse?' 'I gave a lump of silver as big as my head for it.' 'And

the silver?' 'Oh! I worked hard for that seven long years.' 'You

have thriven well in the world hitherto,' said the grinder, 'now

if you could find money in your pocket whenever you put your hand

in it, your fortune would be made.' 'Very true: but how is that

to be managed?' 'How? Why, you must turn grinder like myself,'

said the other; 'you only want a grindstone; the rest will come

of itself.