Now it happened that one evening little Hans was sitting by his fireside when
a loud rap came at the door. It was a very wild night, and the wind was blowing and
roaring round the house so terribly that at first he thought it was merely the storm.
But a second rap came, and then a third, louder than any of the others.
’It is some poor traveller,’ said little Hans to himself, and he ran to the door.
There stood the Miller with a lantern in one hand and a big stick in the other.
’Dear little Hans,’ cried the Miller, ‘I am in great trouble. My little boy has fallen off
a ladder and hurt himself, and I am going for the Doctor.
