’Oh, don’t say that,’ cried little Hans, ‘I wouldn’t be unfriendly for the whole
world’; and he ran in for his cap, and trudged off with the big sack on his shoulders.
It was a very hot day, and the roadwas terribly dusty, and before Hans had reached
the sixthmilestone he was so tired that he had to sit down and rest. However, he went
on bravely, and as last he reached the market. After he had waited there some time,
he sold the sack of flour for a very good price, and then he returned home at once,
for he was afraid that if he stopped too late he might meet some robbers on the way.
’It has certainly been a hard day,’ said little Hans to himself as he was going to bed,
‘but I am glad I did not refuse the Miller, for he is my best friend, and, besides, he is
going to give me his wheelbarrow.’
