Early the next morning the Miller came down to get the money for
his sack of flour, but little Hans was so tired that he was still in bed.
’Upon my word,’ said the Miller, ‘you are very lazy. Really,
considering that I am going to give you my wheelbarrow, I think
you might work harder. Idleness is a great sin, and I certainly don’t
like any of my friends to be idle or sluggish. You must not mind my
speaking quite plainly to you. Of course I should not dream of doing
so if I were not your friend. But what is the good of friendship if one
cannot say exactly what one means?
