and put one
over the door, and the other at the top of the chimney.

So when the household came back from church, and saw the head on the
bed, they thought it was the daughter who lay there asleep; and then
they thought they would just taste the broth.

"Good, by my troth!
Buttercup broth,"

said the old hag.

"Good, by my troth!
Daughter broth,"

said Buttercup down the chimney, but no one heeded him.

So the old hag's husband, who was every bit as bad as she, took the
spoon to have a taste.

"Good, by my troth!
Buttercup broth,"

said he.

"Good, by my troth!
Daughter broth,"

said Buttercup down the chimney pipe.

Then they all began to wonder who it could be that chattered so, and
ran out to see. But when they came out at the door, Buttercup threw
down on them the fir-tree root and the stone, and broke all their
heads to bits. After that he took all the gold and silver that lay in
the house, and went home to his mother, and became a rich man.

* * * * *

GERMAN STORIES

* * * * *

SEVEN AT ONE BLOW

BY WILHELM AND JAKOB GRIMM

A tailor sat in his workroom one morning, stitching away busily at a
coat for the Lord Mayor. He whistled and sang so gaily that all the
little boys who passed the shop on their way to school thought what a
fine thing it was to be a tailor, and told one another that when they
grew to be men they'd be tailors, too.

"How hungry I feel, to be sure!" cried the little man, at last; "but
I'm far too busy to trouble about eating. I must finish his lordship's
coat before I touch a morsel of food," and he broke once more into a
merry song.

"Fine new jam for sale," sang out an old woman, as she walked along
the street.

"Jam! I can't resist such a treat," said the tailor; and, running to
the door, he shouted, "This way for jam, dame; show me a pot of your
very finest."

The woman handed him jar after jar, but he found fault with all. At
last he hit upon some to his liking.

"And how many pounds will you take, sir?"

"I'll take four ounces," he replied, in a solemn tone, "and mind you
give me good weight."

The old woman was very angry, for she had expected to sell several
pounds, at least; and she went off grumbling, after she had weighed
out the four ounces.

"Now for a feed!" cried the little man, taking a loaf from the
cupboard as he spoke. He cut off a huge slice, and spre