. Laboulaye's fairy book . ave obeyed you, master, answered Coranda. Youtold me to do exactly what I saw others do. Are you notsatisfied? And he took out his knife. Satisfied! returned the farmer; why should I not besatisfied? A few shingles more or less will not ruin he sighed. Night came, the farmer and his wife said to each otherthat it was high time to get rid of this incarnate is always the case with sensible people, they never didanything without consulting their daughter, it being thecustom in Bohemia to think that children always havemore wit than their parents. Father,
. Laboulaye's fairy book . ave obeyed you, master, answered Coranda. Youtold me to do exactly what I saw others do. Are you notsatisfied? And he took out his knife. Satisfied! returned the farmer; why should I not besatisfied? A few shingles more or less will not ruin he sighed. Night came, the farmer and his wife said to each otherthat it was high time to get rid of this incarnate is always the case with sensible people, they never didanything without consulting their daughter, it being thecustom in Bohemia to think that children always havemore wit than their parents. Father, said Helen, I will hide in the great pear-treeearly in the morning, and call like the cuckoo. You cantell Coranda that the year is up, since the cuckoo is singing;pay him and send him away. Early in the morning the plaintive cry of the cuckoo washeard through the fields. The farmer seemed , my boy, spring is come, said he. Do you hearthe cuckoo singing yonder? I will pay you and we willpart good friends. 112. HE RAN TO THE TREE AND SHOOK IT WITH ALL HIS MIGHT, WHEN, BEHOLD! A YOUNG GIRL FELL FROM THE BRANCHES THE STORY OF THE NOSES A cuckoo! said Coranda; that is a bird which I havealways wanted to see. He ran to the tree and shook it with all his might, when,behold! a young girl fell from the branches, fortunatelymore frightened than hurt. Villain! cried the farmer. Are you not satisfied? said Coranda, opening his knife. Wretch! you kill my daughter and you think that Iought to be satisfied! I am furious. Begone, if you wouldnot die by my hand! I will go when I have cut off your nose, said have kept my word. Do you keep yours. Stop! cried the farmer, putting his hand before hisface. You will surely let me redeem my nose? It depends on what you offer, said Coranda. Will you take ten sheep for it? No. Ten cows? No; I would rather cut off your nose. And he sharp-ened his knife on the door-step. Father, said Helen, the fault was mine; it belongs tome to re
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