’Why, what a good heart you have’! cried his Wife; ‘you are always thinking of
others. And mind you take the big basket with you for the flowers.’
So the Miller tied the sails of the windmill together with a strong iron chain, and
went down the hill with the basket on his arm.
’Good morning, little Hans,’ said the Miller.
’Good morning,’ said Hans, leaning on his spade, and smiling from ear to ear.
’And how have you been all the winter?’ said the Miller.
’Well, really,’ cried Hans, ‘it is very good of you to ask, very good indeed. I am
afraid I had rather a hard time of it, but now the spring has come, I am quite happy,
and all my flowers are doing well.’
