“Don’t you like them as well?” asked the grandmother.
“I like them,” answered the little boy, “but I don’t know them as well as I know Reinecke and Isegrim. I am not used to them, grandmother.”
“You will get used to them while you are at your other grandmother’s, where you are going to-morrow,” said the grandmother. “The stories of her commune are not at all the same as the stories of this commune.”
“Why not, grandmother?” asked the little boy.
“I don’t know why not,” answered the grandmother, “but it is always so. Every commune has its own stories. There are many dragons in those of your other grandmother’s commune. Now you are going out into the world, you will get very wise, for you will know the stories of two communes.”
[1] The Pleiades.