."

"I must see her once, just once," thought the soldier. But how was he
going to find the way into the castle, that was the question?

Meanwhile he led a merry life. He drove about in the King's Park; he
went to the theater; he gave money to the poor, because he remembered
how miserable it was to have no money in his own pocket.

The soldier was always gaily dressed now. He had a great many friends
who said he was a real gentleman, and that pleased him very much.

And so he went on day after day, spending money and giving money, but
getting none, till at last the gold came to an end. He had only two
copper coins left: he was only a poor soldier once more.

Leaving the grand hotel he went to live in a small room. He found a
tiny attic, just under a roof, up, oh! so many stairs. Here he lived,
mending his own clothes, brushing his own boots. He had no visitors,
for his grand friends would not take the trouble to walk up so many
stairs to his little attic.

Hungry? Yes, he was hungry too, and as he had no money to buy even a
farthing candle, he had to sit alone in the dark.

One evening he suddenly thought of the witch's tinder-box. Surely in
it there were matches.

The soldier opened it eagerly. Yes, there lay the matches. He seized
one and struck it on the tinder-box.

No sooner had he done this, than the door burst suddenly open, and
there, there, staring at him, stood the dog with eyes as big as
saucers.

"What does my master command?" asked the dog.

"No wonder the old witch wished the tinder-box for her very own,"
thought the soldier. Aloud he said to the dog, "Fetch me some money,"
and the dog instantly vanished to do his master's bidding.

He was back in a moment, and lo! in his mouth was a big bag, full of
pennies.

"Why, this is a magic box," said the soldier. "I have a treasure
indeed." And so he had, for listen! Strike the box once, the dog with
eyes as large as saucers appeared. Strike it twice and the dog with
eyes as big as mill-wheels appeared. Strike it thrice and there
appeared the monster dog with eyes that rolled round and round and
were as large as the Round Tower itself. All three dogs did the
soldier's bidding.

Now the soldier could have gold again. Gold as much as ever he wished.

He moved once more to the grand rooms in the fine hotel. He had gay
clothes again; and now, strangely enough, all his friends came to see
him and liked him as much as ever.

One evening the soldier'