and began to file away at his spinning wheel, and to turn it this way and that, for it wasn't quite in order, and besides, it wanted a stand.
So when the Princess rose up in the morning, she came to the window and threw it up, and called out to the beggar if he would sell his golden spinning wheel?
"No; it isn't for sale," said Hacon Grizzlebeard; "but if I may have leave to sleep outside your bed-room door to-night, I'll give it you."
Well, the Princess thought it a good bargain; there could be no danger in letting him sleep outside her door. So she got the wheel, and at night Hacon Grizzlebeard lay down outside her bed-room. But as the night wore on he began to freeze.
"Hutetutetutetu! it is so cold; do let me in," he cried.
"You've lost your wits outright, I think," said the Princess.
"Oh, hutetutetutetu! it is so bitter cold, pray do let me in," said Hacon Grizzlebeard again.
"Hush! hush! hold your tongue!" said the Princess; "if my father were to know that there was a man in the house, I should be in a fine scrape."
"Oh, hutetutetutetu! I'm almost frozen to death; only let me come inside and lie on the floor," said Hacon Grizzlebeard.
Yes! there was no help for it. She had to let him in, and when he was, he lay on the ground and slept like a top.
Some time after, Hacon came again with the stand to the spinning wheel, and sat down under the Princess'
