"Is your name Kasper, or Melchior, or Belshayzar?" the Queen asked in a worried manner. "Oh, no!" the little fellow said to each name she suggested. The second day the Queen tried him with some names she had made up herself. "Perhaps they call you Sheepshanks, or Cruickshanks, or Spindleshanks?" she suggested eagerly. But each time the manikin shook his head haughtily and answered, "No!" The poor Queen was nearly crazy with worry on the third day, and the messengers could find no more queer names. One of them, however, told this story: "I was drawing to the top of a high hill, and the road where I was riding went through a thick wood. Not a new name had I learned all day. But suddenly I came upon a hut, and before it was a big fire. A little man was hopping madly about the fire, and singing at the top of his voice: "'Now a feast I must prepare, Of the finest royal fare. Soon the Queen must give her son To me, for I'm the lucky one. That Rumpelstiltskin is my name, She will never guess--the silly dame.'" The Queen was so delighted she did not even mind being called silly. Soon the manikin came in. "Well," he said defiantly, "I guess you don't know my name yet, do you? Remember, this is your last chance." "Oh, dear," said the Queen, pretending to be very anxious. "Is it John?" "No!" thundered the manikin. "Give me the child." "Is it," the Queen asked softly, "by any chance Rumpelstiltskin?" "Some witch has told you that! Some witch had told you that!" cried the little man; and he dashed his left foot in a rage so deep into the floor that he was forced to lay hold of it with both hands to pull it out. Then he made the best of his way off, while everybody laughed at him for having had all his trouble for nothing. [Illustration: "SOME WITCH HAS TOLD YOU THAT!"] RAPUNZEL, OR THE FAIR MAID WITH GOLDEN HAIR BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM There were once a man and a woman who wished very much to have a little child. Now, these people had a small window in their cottage which looked out into a beautiful garden full of the most lovely flowers and vegetables. There was a high wall round it, but even had there not been no one would have ventured to enter the garden, because it belonged to a sorceress, whose power was so great that every one feared her. One day the woman stood at the window looking into the garden, and she saw a bed which was planted full of most beautiful lettuces. As she looked at them she began to wish she had some to eat, but she could not ask for them. Day after day her wish for these lettuces grew stronger, and the knowledge that she could not get them so worried her that at last she became so pale and thin that her husband was quite alarmed. "What is the matter with you, dear wife?" he asked one day. "Ah!" she said, "if I do not have some of that nice lettuce which grows in the garden behind our house, I feel that I shall die."