It was not long after this the landlord himself awoke. “I’ll just slip down and see to the travelers before breakfast,” said he.
“Do,” answered his wife.
First, however, the landlord stopped to wash in the kitchen. He picked up the towel to dry his face, and the pin that was in it scratched him from ear to ear. He went to the hearth to light his pipe and the egg-shells flew up in his face. He sat down in his chair for a moment, but scarcely had he leaned back, when he jumped up with a cry. The needle had run into him.
“It is all the fault of those ragamuffins,” cried the landlord in a rage, and he caught up a knife and ran to find them. But search as he might there was not a sign of them anywhere, for they were already safely home again.
So all the landlord had for his trouble after all, was his pains.
THE FROG PRINCE
There was once a king who had one only daughter, and her he loved as he loved the apple of his eye.