'Then let him come up,' said Mrs. Reynard, and ordered the maid to make ready the wedding feast. 'Now, Cat, set to and sweep the room. Then fling the old Fox from the house; Bring in many a good fat mouse, But eat them all yourself alone, Nor give your mistress e'er a one.' Then the wedding with young Mr. Fox was held, and there was merry-making and dancing, and if they haven't stopped, they are dancing still. [Illustration: Does the gentleman wear red breeches, and has he a pointed muzzle?] The Salad There was once a merry young Huntsman, who went into the forest to hunt. He was gay and light-hearted, and whistled a tune upon a leaf as he went along. Suddenly an ugly old Crone spoke to him, and said: 'Good morning, dear Huntsman; you are merry and happy enough, while I am hungry and thirsty. Pray give me an alms.' The Huntsman pitied the poor Old Woman, put his hand in his pocket, and made her a present according to his means. Then he wanted to go on. But the Old Woman held him back, and said: 'Hark ye, dear Huntsman, I will make you a present because of your good heart. Go on your way, and you will come to a tree, on which nine birds are sitting. They will have a cloak in their claws, over which they are fighting. Take aim with your gun, and shoot into the middle of them. They will drop the cloak, and one of the birds will fall down dead. Take the cloak with you, it is a wishing-cloak. When you throw it round your shoulders you only have to wish yourself at a place to be there at once. Take the heart out of the dead bird and swallow it whole, then you will find a gold coin under your pillow every single morning when you wake.' The Huntsman thanked the Wise Woman, and thought: 'She promises fine things, if only they turn out as well.' When he had gone about a hundred paces, he heard above him, in the branches of a tree, such a chattering and screaming that he looked up. There he saw a flock of birds tearing a garment with their beaks and claws; snatching and tearing at it as if each one wanted to have it for himself. 'Well,' said the Huntsman, 'this is extraordinary, it is exactly what the Old Woman said.' He put his gun to his shoulder, took aim and fired right into the middle of them, making the feathers fly about. The birds took flight with a great noise, all except one, which fell down dead, and the cloak dropped at his feet. He did as the Old Woman had told him, cut the heart out of the bird and swallowed it whole. Then he took the cloak home with him. When he woke in the morning, he remembered the Old Woman's promise, and looked under his pillow to see if it was true. There, sure enough, lay the golden coin shining before him, and the next morning he found another, and the same every morning when he got up. He collected quite a heap of gold, and at last he thought: 'What is the good of all my gold if I stay at home here? I will go and look about me in the world.'