Everybody went to little Hans’ funeral, as
he was so popular, and the Miller was the
chief mourner.
’As I was his best friend,’ said the Miller, ‘it
is only fair that I should have the best place’;
so he walked at the head of the procession
in a long black coat, and every now and
then he wiped his eyes with a big pocket-
handkerchief.
’Little Hans is certainly a great loss to
every one,’ said the Blacksmith, when the
funeral was over, and they were all seated
comfortably in the inn, drinking spiced wine
and eating sweet cakes.
’A great loss to me at any rate,’ answered
the Miller; ‘why, I had as good as given him
my wheelbarrow, and now I really don’t
know what to do with it.
