574 HANS IN LUCK.

make goose-broth for a quarter of a year; and then there are
the beautiful white feathers, which I shall put in my pillow,
and then sleep without rocking. Oh! how glad my mother
will be!”

When he came to the last village, there stood a scissors-
grinder with his barrow, whirling his wheel round, and sing-
ing :

. “ Razors and scissors so quickly I grind,

‘That my coat flies away with the puff of the wind.”
Hans stood still, looking at him, and at last he spoke, and
asked, “Are you very prosperous, that you are so busy with
your grinding?” —“ Yes,” answered the scissors-grinder, “my
business has a golden bottom. A right happy grinder is he
who as often as he dips into his pocket finds money in it, But
where did you buy that fine goose ? ”—* Oh, I did not buy it.
I exchanged it for a pig.”—“And the pig ?”—“ That I bar-
gained away for a cow.”—‘ And the cow? ”—‘ That I changed
a horse for.” And the horse ?”—“ For that I gave a lump
of gold as big as my head.’— And the gold ?”—* Ah, that
was my wages for seven years’ service.” —* You have known
how to help yourself every time,” said the grinder, “ but if you
could manage to hear the money rattling in your pocket, you
would make your fortune.”—‘ How shall I do that?” asked
Hans. “You must be a grinder, like me; nothing is needed
but a whetstone, and that almost any one has. Here is one,
certainly a little worn, but then you shall give me only your
goose for it, Will you doso?”—*Can youask me?” re-
plied Hans; “I shall be the most fortunate man upon earth ;
and if I have but some money rattling in my pocket, why need
I care any longer?” And, so saying, he handed him the
goose, and took the whetstone in exchange, “There,” sait
the grinder, giving him a common hard flint which lay near;