First the grandmother took the dough out of the bowl, kneaded it a little, shaped it properly, and laid it in the baking-pan. The mother was standing by with five candles in her hand; the grandmother took them one by one, planted them in the centre and the four corners of the korowai, and lighted them. Then all the women stood around and began to sing. It was a somewhat sad tune, yet very sweet. The song had many verses; the first was to the young couple, who would be "princess" and "prince" for the next three days; the next was to the Virgin; then followed verses to the sun, the moon, the stars, and to a white stone beyond the seas. It was a long song, and by the time it was finished the candles were burned down. Then the pan was carefully lifted into the oven. After that all was hurry and bustle. The room had to be swept, and long pieces of brightly striped cloth brought from the chest to cover the bench that ran around the whole room. The cloths were of the same colors as the brightly painted shelves above and they made the house very beautiful. There were wreaths to be made for the "princess" and the "prince," and the bride's wedding-dress must be laid out carefully in the grandmother's room, where nothing could harm it. CHAPTER XXIII THE WEDDING Next morning was the wedding-day, and the bustle began bright and early, for the table must be spread with all the good things, and the korowai in the centre. Then every one put on his best clothes. The "prince," with as long a train of young men as the village could afford, came to the door to claim his bride. The "princess" came out of the grandmother's room in her bridal-dress, a wreath of flowers on her head. Some one put a wreath on the head of the "prince," the procession was formed, and they went to church. There the pop preached a long sermon all about the duties of husband and wife, and said Mass, and finally married the princess to her prince. In reality it was the little boy's eldest sister who was married to her betrothed, but for the three days of the wedding they were as much prince and princess as if they had been born in an imperial palace. Then followed the feast. I can never tell you of the eating and the drinking, the songs that were sung and the jokes that went around the table. Late in the afternoon the little boy went into the grandmother's room. She had left the table an hour before. "Grandmother," he said, "I have eaten too much. Please tell me a story." "It will be very appropriate," said the grandmother, "if I tell you about "YOUNG NEVERFULL." A certain housewife had a young servant-lad who devoured everything eatable that came in his way. He would rummage in the storeroom until he smelled out something good, and would give himself no rest until he had devoured it all. Now the woman had a jar of preserved fruit, and, as she feared that the youngster would eat it and leave her nothing to put into her pies, she said to him: