The old Hermit returned home and said, “Well, my little daughter, I have found a husband for you; follow me!”
They presented themselves before the Mouse, and the old Hermit said, “Here is thy wife.”
“Oho, what shall I do with her?” asked the Mouse. “She cannot even get into my little palace!”
But the maiden said to the old man, “This shall be my husband; only pray to God to transform me again into a Mouse, that I may go with him.”
The old Hermit, who saw no help for it, fell upon his knees and begged God to restore his daughter to her former state. That very moment the maiden was changed into a Mouse and went with her husband.
As for the old Hermit, he still lived on piously till the end of his days, convinced that every one must die with the same nature with which he was born.
“I should like to go to the sun, grandmother,” said the little boy.
“You would find it very hot,” said the grandmother.
“Did you ever go, little grandma?” asked the little boy.