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the door and said: “Open the door !’—* Open the
door thyself,” replied the wife.—Again the husband
bade her open the door, but she paid no heed to him.

 

The man was astonished. This was carrylug a joke
too far, so he cried to his henchmen: “ Henchmen,
henchmen! out of the drum, and teach my wife to
respect her husband!” Then the henchmen leaped
out of the drum, laid the good wife by the heels, and
began to give her a sound drubbing. “Oh, my
dear, darling husband!” shrieked the wife, “never to
the end of my days will I be sulky with thee again.
I'll do whatever thou tellest me, only leave off beat-
ing me.”—“Then I have taught thee sense, eh?”
said the man.—“ Oh, yes, yes, good husband!” eried
she. Then the man said: “Henchmen, henchmen !
into the drum!” and the henchmen leaped into it
again, leaving the poor wife more dead than alive.

Then the husband said to her: “ Wife, spread a
cloth upon the floor.” The wife scudded about as
nimbly as a fly, and spread a cloth out on the floor
without a word. Then the husband said: “Little
ram, little ram, scatter money!” And the little ram
scattered money till there were piles and piles of it.
sp bicl i ceups my children,’ said the man, “and
thou too, wife, take what thou wilt!”—And they
didn’t wait to be asked twice. Then the man hung

up his sack on a peg and said: “Sack, sack, meat
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