do nothing," thought Hans.

"Whither away, Hans?" "To Grethel's, mother." "Behave well, Hans."
"I'll take care; good-by, mother." "Good-by, Hans."

Hans came to Grethel. "Good day," said he. "Good day, Hans. What
treasure do you bring?" "I bring nothing. Have you anything to give?"
Grethel gave Hans a calf. "Good-by," said Hans. "Good-by." Hans took
the calf, set it on his head, and the calf scratched his face.

"Good evening, mother." "Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?" "To
Grethel's." "What did you take her?" "I took nothing; she gave to me."
"And what did Grethel give you?" "A calf," said Hans. "And what did
you do with it?" "I set it on my head, and it kicked my face." "Then
you acted stupidly, Hans; you should have led the calf home, and put
it in the stall." "To behave better, do nothing," thought Hans.

"Whither away, Hans?" "To Grethel's, mother." "Behave well, Hans."
"I'll take care; good-by, mother." "Good by, Hans."

Hans came to Grethel. "Good day," said he. "Good day, Hans. What
treasure do you bring?" "I bring nothing. Have you anything to give?"
Grethel said: "I will go with you, Hans." Hans tied a rope round
Grethel, led her home, put her in the stall, and made the rope fast;
and then he went to his mother.

"Good evening, mother." "Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?"
"To Grethel's." "What did you take her?" "I took nothing." "What did
Grethel give you?" "She gave nothing; she came with me." "And where
have you left her, then?" "I tied her with a rope, put her in the
stall, and threw in some grass." "Then you acted stupidly, Hans; you
should have looked at her with friendly eyes." "To behave better,
do nothing," thought Hans; and then he went into the stall, and made
sheep's eyes at Grethel.

And after that Grethel became Hans's wife.

* * * * *

PUSS IN BOOTS

Once upon a time there was a miller, who was so poor that at his death
he had nothing to leave to his three children but his mill, his ass,
and his cat. The eldest son took the mill, and the second the ass, so
there was nothing left for poor Jack but to take Puss.

Jack could not help thinking that he had been treated shabbily. "My
brothers will be able to earn an honest livelihood," he sighed, "but
as for me, though Puss may feed himself by catching mice, I shall
certainly die of hunger."

The cat, who had overheard his young master, jumped upon his shoulder,
and, rubbing himself