seen him, and he looked exactly like our clerk. Oh, that was dreadful!'
Upon this they must drink. So they sat and drank until late into the night.
'You must sell me that conjuror,' said the farmer.
'Ask as much as you like for him: I'll give you a whole bushel of money directly.'
'No, that I can't do,' said Little Claus: 'only think how much use I can make of this conjuror.'
'Oh, I should so much like to have him!' cried the farmer; and he went on begging.
'Well,' said Little Claus, at last, 'as you have been so kind as to give me shelter for the night, I will let it be so.