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1 94 Collectanea.

sword, and it will take out the duck out of the tree, and take the egg out of the duck. And if you do not strike my father in the left arm with this egg he will kill me and you,"

He would not do it, and she had to get the egg, and she struck her father on the left arm and killed him. And then the king's son went home. She told him, " I will stay outside, and do you go in first. But if you kiss any one in the house, you will forget that you have ever seen me."

So when he went in he would kiss no one, but a young hound that was in the house, jumped up and kissed him. He forgot that he had ever seen her. He was happy at home, and he went and got married to a young princess. The youngest daughter got hired in a house in the village, and she was a very good servant. She had a big boiler out in the road boiling clothes on the day he was bringing home his wife. When she saw them coming near, she went into the boiler to turn the clothes. As the king's son and the princess came near, the princess said to the youngest daughter, " Do you think my mother ever taught me to do anything."

She came out of the carriage, and went into the boiler to turn the clothes, and she fell dead.

The king's son was very lonely, and he heard there was a woman in the village who was a good story-teller, and he sent for her to tell him some stories to cheer him. She came and said she had no story to tell, and she took out a little box, and there was a little cock and hen within it. She took them out and left them on the table. She took out a grain of wheat, and the cock picked it from the hen.

"Sorrow go from you, cock," said the little hen, "you ought not to do that for me. Do you think of the day when I went trying my father's head and put the sleeping pin in his head till you said 'God save all here.'"

"Throw me another grain," said the king's son. And she did and the cock ate it on the hen. The hen said, "Sorrow go from you, little cock. You ought not to do that to me. Do you remember the day when my father told you to build a house and you could not stir till I came to you."

"Throw me another grain," said the king's son, and the cock