He had only to speak the
word and the mill ground out whatever he wanted. The old dame stood by
blessing her stars, and kept on asking where he had got this wonderful
mill, but he wouldn't tell her.
"It's all the same where I got it. You see the mill is a good one, and
the mill stream never freezes. That's enough."
So he ground meat and drink and all good things to last out the whole of
Christmas holidays, and on the third day he asked all his friends and
kin to his house and gave them a great feast. Now, when his rich brother
saw all that was on the table and all that was in the cupboards, he grew
quite wild with anger, for he could not bear that his brother should
have anything.
"'Twas only on Christmas eve," he said to the rest, "he was so poorly
off that he came and begged for a morsel of food, and now he gives a
feast as if he were count or a king." and he turned to his brother and
said, "But where in the world did you get all this wealth?"
"From behind the door," answered the owner of the mill, for he did not
care to tell his brother much about it. But later in the evening, when
he had gotten a little too merry, he could keep his secret no longer,
and he brought out the mill and said:
"There you see what has gotten me all this wealth," and so he made the
mill grind all kinds of things.
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