. The violet fairy book . man. Then she sent the youngest girl, and he said: Ivenot done drying myself. At last the woman could hold out no longer, andsent him the sack she had stolen. Now he had quite finished his bath, and as he left thebathroom he cried : Two into the sack. And the two crept back at once into the sack. Then the man took both sacks, the good and the badone, and went away home. When he was near the house he shouted : Hallo, oldwoman, come and meet me ! His wife only screamed out: 4 You broomstick, come here! Your back shall payfor this. The man went into the cottage, hung his
. The violet fairy book . man. Then she sent the youngest girl, and he said: Ivenot done drying myself. At last the woman could hold out no longer, andsent him the sack she had stolen. Now he had quite finished his bath, and as he left thebathroom he cried : Two into the sack. And the two crept back at once into the sack. Then the man took both sacks, the good and the badone, and went away home. When he was near the house he shouted : Hallo, oldwoman, come and meet me ! His wife only screamed out: 4 You broomstick, come here! Your back shall payfor this. The man went into the cottage, hung his sack on anail, and said, as the crane had taught him : Two out of the sack. Instantly two pretty lads sprang out of the sack, 158 TWO IN A SACK brought in oak tables, laid silken covers on them, andspread them with all sorts of delicious dishes andrefreshing drinks. The woman ate and drank, and praised her husband. 4 Well, now, old man, I wont beat you any more,said she. When they had done eating the man carried off the. good sack, and put it away in his store-room, but hungthe bad sack up on the nail. Then he lounged up anddown in the yard. Meantime his wife became thirsty. She looked withlonging eyes at the sack, and at last she said, as herhusband had done: 4 Two out of the sack. TWO IN A SACK 159 And at once the two rogues with their big sticks creptout of the sack, and began to belabour her as they sang : Would you beat your husband true ? Dont cry so ! Now well beat you black and blue!Oh! Oh! The woman screamed out: Old man, old man!Come here, quick! Here are two ruffians pommellingme fit to break my bones. Her husband only strolled up and down and laughed,as he said : Yes, theyll beat you well, old lady. And the two thumped away and sang again: Blows will hurt, remember, crone, We mean you well, we mean you well;In future leave the stick alone, For how it hurts, you now can tell,One —two — At last her husband took pity on her, and cried : Two into the sack. He had h
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