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of the well. But as he stooped down to drink, he forgot the
stone, and pushed it, so that it fell plump into the water.
As suon as Hans saw it fall to the bottom, he sprang up for joy,
and then, kneeling flown, he thanked God for his goodness with
tears in his eyea, that he liad done him such a good act, and
had freed him, without his asking, from such a burden as
the stone was. 44 So Lucky as I am, is 110 one else under the
sun! ” he exclaimed ; and> springing up, he went straight
home to his mother.

THE VALIANT LITTLE TAILOR.

Ons summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his board
by the window, in very good spirits, sewing with all his might
and main, and presently a country-woman camc up the street
crying, “ Good preserve to sell! good preserve to sell I" This
sounded alluringly in the tailor's eara> and stretching his soft
head out of the window., he called out, “ Holloa, here, my good
woman; hring your goods to me." The womau came up the
three steps with the heavy basket on. her shoulders, and began
to unpack the pots before the tailor- He looked at them all,
and held them up to the light, and put his nose to them ; and
at last he said, lt The preserve appears to me to he good* so
weigh me up four half-ounces, my good woman ; but if there is
a quarter of a pound I shall not care.” The woman, who had
hoped to have found a good customer, gave him what he asked
and went away grumbling and dissatisfied. u Now God shall
give me a blessing on the preserve," said the tailor, u so that it