THE STOOL OF FORTUNE

_ After that all was clear sailing; the soldier hunted up
the three-legged stool and down he sat upon it, and by
dint of no more than just a little wishing, back flew palace
and garden and all through the air again to the place
whence it came. _

I do not know whether the old king ever believed again
that his son-in-law was the King of the Wind; anyhow,
all was peace and friendliness thereafter, for when a body
can sit upon a three-legged stool and wish to such good
purpose as the soldier wished, a body is just as good as a
king, and a good deal better, to my mind.

 

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