od and wine. The wife entertained
the shepherds in their hut with a big jolly supper and the master stayed
outside all night with the dogs guarding the sheep.

At midnight some wolves came prowling around the flocks.

"See here," they said to the dogs, "if you let us in we'll kill the
sheep and then we'll divide the carcasses with you."

The dogs for the most part were young and thoughtless and ready enough
to fall in with the wolves' suggestion. But there was one old sheepdog
that nothing could tempt.

"I've only a few teeth left!" he growled, "but those few are still
sound and let any wolf come a step nearer and I'll tear him to pieces!"

All night long that one old sheepdog stood on guard faithful to duty.

In the morning the master ordered the shepherds to kill the young dogs
and train in new ones.

The shepherds were surprised.

"The master's a clever one!" they told each other. "Just one night and
he found out how worthless those young dogs were!"

As the farmer and his wife were riding home, the farmer's horse ran on
ahead.

"Not so fast!" begged the mare that the wife was riding. "Have pity on
me and go more slowly. You have only the master to carry while I'm all
laden down with hampers and empty jugs and I don't know what and with a
mistress that's twice as big as she was a few months ago!"

The farmer when he heard the mare's complaint burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" his wife asked sharply.

"Nothing," the farmer said.

"You're laughing at me!" the wife declared, "I know you are, just
because I'm so big that I'm awkward in the saddle!"

"No, my dear, I'm not laughing at you, truly I'm not."

"You are! I know you are and I don't think it's kind of you, either!"
And the wife burst into tears.

"Now, my dear," the husband said, soothingly, "be sensible and believe
me when I tell you I was not laughing at you."

"Then what were you laughing at?"

"I can't tell you because if I did tell you then I should die the next
moment."

"Die the next moment!" the wife said. "Stuff and nonsense! It must be a
strange thing indeed if a man can't tell his own wife for fear he'll die
the next moment!"

The more she thought about it the more enraged she became and also the
more curious.

"If you really loved me, you'd tell me!" she wept.

All the way home she kept on worrying her husband and nagging at him
until at last in utter exhaustion he said:

"Peace, woman, peace, and I'll tel