ing the tea and toast ready. 'Oh,' says
she to him, 'would you put your hand out at the window and cut me off a
sprig or two of honeysuckle? He got up in great glee, and put out his
hand and head; and said she, 'By the virtue of my magic gifts, let a
pair of horns spring out of your head, and sing to the lodge.' Just as
she wished, so it was. They sprung from the front of each ear, and met
at the back. Oh, the poor wretch! And how he bawled and roared! and the
servants that he used to be boasting to were soon flocking from the
castle, and grinning and huzzaing, and beating tunes on tongs and
shovels and pans; and he cursing and swearing, and the eyes ready to
start out of his head, and he so black in the face, and kicking out his
legs behind like mad.

At last she pitied him, and removed the charm, and the horns dropped
down on the ground, and he would have killed her on the spot, only he
was as weak as water, and his fellow-servants came in and carried him
up to the big house.

Well, some way or other the story came to the ears of the prince, and he
strolled down that way. She had only the dress of a countrywoman on her
as she sat sewing at the window, but that did not hide her beauty, and
he was greatly puzzled after he had a good look, just as a body is
puzzled to know whether something happened to him when he was young or
if he only dreamed it. Well, the witch's daughter heard about it too,
and she came to see the strange girl; and what did she find her doing
but cutting out the pattern of a gown from brown paper; and as she cut
away, the paper became the richest silk she ever saw. The witch's
daughter looked on with greedy eyes, and, says she, 'What would you be
satisfied to take for that scissors?' 'I'll take nothing,' says she,
'but leave to spend one night outside the prince's chamber.' Well, the
proud lady fired up, and was going to say something dreadful; but the
scissors kept on cutting, and the silk growing richer and richer every
inch. So she promised what the girl had asked her.

When the night came on she was let into the palace and lay down till the
prince was in such a dead sleep that all she did couldn't awake him. She
sung this verse to him, sighing and sobbing, and kept singing it the
night long, and it was all in vain:

Four long years I was married to thee;
Three sweet babes I bore to thee;
Brown Bear of Norway, won't you turn to me?

At the first dawn the proud lady was in the ch