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The peasant ate it, and lay down with his skin beside him, and

the woman thought: 'He is tired and has gone to sleep.' In the

meantime came the parson; the miller's wife received him well,

and said: 'My husband is out, so we will have a feast.' The

peasant listened, and when he heard them talk about feasting he

was vexed that he had been forced to make shift with a slice of

bread and cheese. Then the woman served up four different things,

roast meat, salad, cakes, and wine.

Just as they were about to sit down and eat, there was a knocking

outside. The woman said: 'Oh, heavens! It is my husband!' she

quickly hid the roast meat inside the tiled stove, the wine under

the pillow, the salad on the bed, the cakes under it, and the

parson in the closet on the porch. Then she opened the door for

her husband, and said: 'Thank heaven, you are back again!