. The pot of gold, and other stories . THE STRANGER IN THE VILLAGE. 265 her mother, when a shadow fell across the floor fromthe doorway. Margary looked up. There he isnow! cried she in a joyful whisper. The pretty boy stood there indeed, looking in mod-estly and wishfully. Margarys mother arose at oncefrom her spinning-wheel, and came forward; she was avery courteous woman. Wilt thou enter, and rest thy-self, said she, and have a cup of our porridge, and aslice of our wheaten bread, and a bit of honeycomb ? The little boy sniffed hungrily at the porridge whichwas just beginning to boil ; he he
. The pot of gold, and other stories . THE STRANGER IN THE VILLAGE. 265 her mother, when a shadow fell across the floor fromthe doorway. Margary looked up. There he isnow! cried she in a joyful whisper. The pretty boy stood there indeed, looking in mod-estly and wishfully. Margarys mother arose at oncefrom her spinning-wheel, and came forward; she was avery courteous woman. Wilt thou enter, and rest thy-self, said she, and have a cup of our porridge, and aslice of our wheaten bread, and a bit of honeycomb ? The little boy sniffed hungrily at the porridge whichwas just beginning to boil ; he hesitated a moment,but finally thanked the good woman very softly andsweetly and entered. Then Margary and her mother set a bottle of cow-slip wine on the table, slices of wheaten bread, and aplate of honeycomb, a bowl of ripe raspberries, and alittle jug of yellow cream, and another little bowl witha garland of roses around the rim, for the as soon as that was cooked, the stranger sat down,and ate a supper fit for a princ
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