you mean?" asked the pirate.

"'I mean,' said Carl, 'that that little villain, Hans the tailor, has
got a fairy mill which grinds every thing he asks for, and I know
where he keeps it, and what he says to make it grind, and if you will
go shares, I'll steal it this very night, and we'll sail off to a
desert island, and there we'll grind gold and grind gold till we are
as rich as all the people in the world put together. What do you say
to that?'

"So the pirate captain was delighted, of course, because you know
that's all that pirates want, just to get gold, and he said 'Yes,' and
that very night, when Hans was asleep, Carl crept in, stole the mill,
ran to the wharf, and he and the pirate captain sailed away, and Hans
never saw his mill again."

"Oh, what a shame! Poor little Hans," cried the children.

"Well, it didn't make so much matter," explained Eyebright, comforting
them, "because Hans by this time had got to be so well known, and
people liked him so much, that he kept on getting richer and richer,
and was always kind to the poor, and happy, so he didn't miss his mill
much. The pirate ship sailed and sailed, and by and by, when they were
'way out at sea, the captain said to Carl, 'Suppose we try the mill,
and see if it is really as good as you think.'

"'Very well,' said Carl, 'what shall we grind?'

"'We won't grind any gold yet,' said the captain, 'because gold is
heavy, and we can do it better on the desert island. We'll just grind
some little thing now for fun.' Then he called out to the cook, and
said, 'Hollo, cook, is there any thing wanting there in your kitchen?'

"'Yes, sir, please,' said the cook, 'we're out of salt; we sailed so
quick that I couldn't get any.'

"So Carl fetched the mill, and set it on the cabin table, and said,
'Little mill, grind salt, open sesame.'

"And immediately a stream of beautiful white salt came pouring out,
till two bags which the cook had brought were quite full, and then the
captain said, 'That's enough, now stop it.'

"_Just at that moment Carl recollected that he didn't know how to stop
the Mill._"

Here Eyebright made a dramatic pause.

"Oh, what next? What did he do?" cried the others.

"He said all the words he could think of," continued Eyebright;
"'Shut, sesame!' and 'Stop!' and 'Please stop!' and 'Don't!' and ever
so many others; but he couldn't say the right one, because he didn't
know it, you see! So the salt kept pouring on, and it filled all the