Then it was Boots' turn.
"Good-day," said he.
"Good-day to you," said she, and she twisted and turned again.
"It's nice and warm in here," said Boots.
"It's hotter in the hearth," said she, and she was no sweeter, now the
third one had come.
"That's good, I may bake my crow there, then?" asked he.
"I'm afraid she'll burst," said the princess.
"There's no danger; I'll wind this willow twig around," said the lad.
"It's too loose," said she.
"I'll stick this wedge in," said the lad, and took out the wedge.
"The fat will drop off," said the princess.
"I'll hold this under," said the lad, and pulled out the broken bit of
the saucer.
"You are crooked in your words, that you are," said the princess.
"No, I'm not crooked, but this is crooked," said the lad, and he showed
her the goat's horn.
"Well, I never saw the equal to that!" cried the princess.
"Oh, here is the equal to it," said he, and pulled out the other.
"Now, you think you'll wear out my soul, don't you?" said she.
"No, I won't wear out your soul, for I have a sole that's worn out
already," said the lad, and pulled out the shoe sole.
Then the princess hadn't a word to say.
"Now, you're mine," said Boots.
And so she was.
THE TWELVE WILD DUCKS
Once on a time there was a Queen who had twelve sons but no daughter.
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