ALL the good folk clapped their hands, not so much
because of the story ttself, but because it was a woman who
told tt.

“ Aye, aye,” said the brave little Tailor, “ there ts truth in
what you tell, fair lady, and I like very well the way in
which you have told it.”

“ Whose turn 1s it next ?” said Doctor Faustus, lighting a
Sresh pipe of tobacco.

‘°Tts the turn of yonder old gentleman,’ said the Soldier
who cheated the Devil, and he pointed with the stem of his
pipe to the Fisherman who unbottled the Genie that King
Solomon had corked up and thrown into the sea. “ Every
one else hath told a story, and now it is his turn.”

“Twill not deny, my friend, that what you say is true, and
that tt is my turn,” said the Fisherman. “ Nor will I deny
that I have atready a story in my mind. It is,” said he,
“about a certain prince, and of how he went through many
and one adventures, and at last discovered that which is—

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