The Silver Gridiron. 93

“«Tet me see what I can do,’ said the second boy, encour-
aged by his brother’s success; so, crossing the ice-bridge, he
disappeared.

“When he came back he carried a copper porridge - pot,
which was so brightly polished that it resembled gold. The
hungry children found a handful of meal, and made porridge
in the new vessel. When they poured out the porridge, the
pot was again full.

“«Tt will always be filled whenever emptied,’ said the squir-
rel, also tasting the dish daintily.

“¢* Hurrah! We shall never be hungry after this, said the
second son, hugging the pot in his arms.

“ Then the third son crossed the ice-bridge, and in less than
five minutes appeared with a silver gridiron.

“Who would like a cake baked on my gridiron? he asked.

“ No sooner was one cake taken, crisp and brown, from the
fire than another lay in its place, and the gridiron did not cease
from cooking until the children were well filled. It must have
taken a great many cakes to make a boy say he had eaten
enough !

“Then the fourth boy said, ‘I will try my luck ;’ and crossed
the bridge as the others had done.

“He found a tiny cask made of rough iron, but it was al-
ways filled with rare, sweet wine, and the supply could never fail.

“The fifth son in his turn found nothing but a delicate white
cloth hanging upon a tree. He entered the cottage with a dole-
ful face and slow step. His portion was only a cloth, when his
brothers had found a bird that would lay pearl eggs, a porridge-
pot always full, a silver gridiron, and a cask of wine.