Then Peter said "brikket-ligg!" and the two tall men popped back into the bottle again. So the King gave him back his other bottle, and the minister was called in and married him to the Princess.

After that he lived happily, and when the old King died he became King over all of the land. As for the Princess, she was as good a wife as you ever saw, but Peter always kept the bottle near to him—maybe that was the reason.

Ah me! if I could only take my eggs to such a market and get two such bottles for them! What would I do with them? It would take too long to tell you.

"Clever Peter opens the Unlucky Bottle for the King and Princess"

YE ROMANTIC ADVENTURES OF THREE TAILORS

Three little men went ajogging along— Along in the sunshiny weather. And they laughed and they sang an occasional song Which they all of them caroled together. And the great white clouds floated over the sky And the day it was warm and the sun it was high. As three jolly tailor men all were they As you'd find in a dozen of years. One carried the yardstick another the goose And the bravest of all bore the shears So they merrily trudged until after awhile The came where three milk-maids sat all on a stile. The grass it was green and the flowers were gay, And it was the pleasantest weather. And the milkmaids were pretty as blossoms in May As they sat on the stile all together. Then they stopped on the high-way those three gallant men For they never had seen as fair lasses as then. Then up spake the first of the tailor men three And the one with the goodliest parts.      "We are all of us good men gallant and free And have never yet plighted our hearts. So prithee fair maids will you marry us all For our hearts they be great as our bodies be small."       Then up spake the first of the three pretty dears "Pray tell what your fortunes may be sir."      "Oh three loving hearts and a yard goose and shears." "Then you've not enough fortune for me sir. So get you along while your boots are still green For richer young men we shall marry I ween."       Three little tailor men jogging along— Along in the sunshiny weather. No longer they laugh with a jest and a song But they walk very sadly together. For when maidens are proud like the milkmaidens cold, The lads they grow sad like the tailors so bold. Howard Pyle

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