d could not sleep for her
inordinate desires. The man slept well and soundly, for he had walked
about a great deal in the day; but his wife could think of nothing
but what further grandeur she could demand. When the dawn reddened the
sky, she raised herself up in bed and looked out of the window, and
when she saw the sun rise she said:

"Ha! can I not cause the sun and the moon to rise? Husband!" she
cried, digging her elbow into his side, "wake up and go to the
flounder. I will be lord of the universe."

Her husband, who was still more than half asleep, was so shocked that
he fell out of bed. He thought he must have heard wrong. He rubbed his
eyes and said:

"Alas, wife, what didst thou say?"

"Husband," she said, "if I cannot be lord of the universe, and cause
the sun and moon to set and rise, I shall not be able to bear it. I
shall never have another happy moment."

She looked at him so wildly that it caused a shudder to run through
him.

"Alas, wife," he said, falling on his knees before her, "the flounder
can't do that. Emperor and pope he can make, but that is indeed beyond
him. I pray thee, control thyself and remain pope."

Then she flew into a terrible rage. Her hair stood on end; she panted
for breath, and screamed:

"I won't bear it any longer; wilt thou go?"

Then he pulled on his trousers and tore away like a madman. Such a
storm was raging that he could hardly keep his feet; houses and trees
quivered and swayed, mountains trembled, and the rocks rolled into the
sea. The sky was pitchy black; it thundered and lightened, and the
sea ran in black waves, mountains high, crested with white foam. He
shrieked out, but could hardly make himself heard:

"Flounder, flounder in the sea,
Prythee, hearken unto me:
My wife, Ilsebil, will have her own way
Whatever I wish, whatever I say."

"Now, what does she want?" asked the flounder.

"Alas," he said, "she wants to be Lord of the Universe."

"Now she must go back to her old hovel," said the flounder; "and there
you will find her."

And there they are to this very day!

* * * * *

LITTLE SNOW-WHITE

BY WILHELM AND JAKOB GRIMM

Once upon a time it was the middle of winter; the flakes of snow were
falling like feathers from the sky; a Queen sat at a window sewing,
and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. As she was sewing
and looking out of the window at the snow, she pricked her finger w