"
"Now, God be praised that you did so!" cried his wife, "whatever you do,
you do it always just after my own heart. What should we do with the
cock? We are our own masters, I should think, and can lie abed in the
morning as long as we like. Heaven be thanked that I have you safe back
again; you who do everything so well, that I want neither cock nor
goose; neither pigs nor kine."
Then Gudbrand opened the door and said,--
"Well, what do you say now? Have I won the hundred crowns?" and his
neighbor was forced to admit that he had.
THE PRINCESS ON THE GLASS HILL
Once on a time, there was a man who had a meadow, which lay high upon
the hillside, and in the meadow was a barn, which he had built to keep
his hay in. Now, I must tell you there hadn't been much in the barn for
the last year or two, for every St. John's night, when the grass stood
greenest and deepest, the meadow was eaten down to the very ground the
next morning, just as if a whole drove of sheep had been there feeding
on it over night. This happened once, and it happened twice; so at last
the man grew weary of losing his crop of hay, and said to his sons--for
he had three of them, and the youngest was nicknamed Boots, of
course--that now one of them must just go and sleep in the barn in the
outlying field when St. John's night came, for it was no joke that his
grass should be eaten, root and blade, this year, as it had been the
last two years.
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