could be found,)

So they traveled day by day,

In a jolly, jocund way

When quoth he, "It seems to me,

There can never, never be,

So the others said good-bye,

And went on, till by-and-by

Where the Hostess fair,—a widow—

In a lone seclusion hid;     "Oh,

So the baker jogged along,

All alone, with ne'er a song,

But he went from bad to worse,

For he never found the purse,

It is better, on the whole,

For an ordinary soul,

For to take the luck that may

Chance to fall within his way,

H. Pyle

 

Hans and Claus were born brothers. Hans was the elder and Claus was the younger; Hans was the richer and Claus was the poorer—that is the way that the world goes sometimes.

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