ow Rose who was the delighted girl.

With little delay they were married. The wedding lasted a year and a
day, and there were five hundred fiddlers, five hundred fluters and a
thousand fifers at it, and the last day was better than the first.

Shortly after the marriage, Jack and his bride were out walking one
day. A beautiful young woman crossed their path. Jack addressed her,
but she gave him a very curt reply.

"Your manners are not so handsome as your looks," said Jack to her.

"And bad as they are, they are better than your memory,
Hookedy-Crookedy," says she.

"What do you mean?" says Jack.

She led Jack aside, and she told him, "I am the mare who was so good
to you. I was condemned to that shape for a number of years, and now
my enchantment is over. I had a brother who was enchanted into a bear,
and whose enchantment is over now also. I had hopes," she says, "that
some day you would be my husband, but I see," she says, "that you
quickly forgot all about me. No matter now," she says; "I couldn't
wish you a better and handsomer wife than you have got. Go home to
your castle, and be happy and live prosperous. I shall never see you,
and you will never see me again."

_Arndt's Night Underground_

It was on a dreary winter's night, just such a one as it may be
now--only you cannot see it for your closed shutters and
curtains--that two children were coming home from their daily work,
for their parents were poor, and Arndt and Reutha had already to use
their little hands in labour. They were very tired, and as they came
across the moor the wind blew in their faces, and the distant roaring
of the Baltic sea, on whose shore they lived, sounded gloomy and
terrible.

"Dear Arndt, let me sit down and rest for a minute, I can go no
farther," said Reutha, as she sank down on a little mound that seemed
to rise up invitingly, with its shelter of bushes, from the midst of
the desolate moor.

The elder brother tried to encourage his little sister, as all kind
brothers should do; he even tried to carry her a little way; but she
was too heavy for him, and they went back to the mound. Just then the
moon came out, and the little hillock looked such a nice
resting-place, that Reutha longed more than ever to stay. It was not a
cold night, so Arndt was not afraid; and at last he wrapped his sister
up in her woollen cloak, and she sat down.

"I will just run a little farther and try if I can see the light in
father's