treamlet, "now must I begin to flow." And it
flowed and flowed along, in a great stream, which kept getting bigger
and bigger, until at last it swallowed up the little girl, the little
tree, the ashes, the cart, the broom, the door, the Flea, and, last of
all, the Spider, all together.

* * * * *

THE LITTLE SHEPHERD BOY

Once upon a time there was a little shepherd boy who was famed far and
wide for the wise answers which he gave to all questions. Now the King
of the country heard of this lad, but he would not believe what was
said about him, so the boy was ordered to come to court. When he
arrived the King said to him: "If you can give me answers to each of
the three questions which I will now put to you, I will bring you up
as my own child, and you shall live here with me in my palace."

"What are these three questions?" asked the boy.

"The first is: How many drops of water are there in the sea?"

"My lord King," replied the shepherd boy, "let all the waters be
stopped up on the earth, so that not one drop shall run into the sea
before I count it, and then I will tell you how many drops there are
in the sea!"

"The second question," said the King, "is: How many stars are there in
the sky?"

"Give me a large sheet of paper," said the boy; and then he made in it
with a pin so many minute holes that they were far too numerous to see
or to count, and dazzled the eyes of whomsoever looked at them. This
done, he said: "So many stars are there in the sky as there are holes
in this paper; now count them." But nobody was able. Thereupon the King
said: "The third question is: How many seconds are there in eternity?"

"In Lower Pomerania is situated the adamantine mountain, one mile in
height, one mile in breadth, and one mile deep; and thither comes
a bird once in every thousand years which rubs its beak against the
hill, and, when the whole shall be rubbed away, then will the first
second of eternity be gone by."

"You have answered the three questions like a sage," said the King,
"and from henceforward you shall live with me in my palace, and I will
treat you as my own child."

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THE THREE SPINNERS

Once upon a time there was a lazy maiden who would not spin, and, let
her mother say what she would, she could not make her do it. At last,
the mother, in a fit of impatience, gave her a blow which made the
girl cry out loudly