The cook shook his head, for he knew nothing, but perhaps the new serving wench could tell, for she wept and said things that none of them understood. When the prince heard this he sent for her, and the princess came and stood before him. He looked at her and knew her, for her golden hair shone through a hole in the ugly head-dress that she wore. Then he reached out his hand and snatched it off of her head, and her golden hair fell down all about her shoulders until it reached the floor. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her, and that was the end of all of her troubles. After that they had a grand time at the castle; every one who came had all that he could eat, and wine and beer flowed like water. I, too, was there, but I brought nothing away with me in my pockets. [Illustration] [Illustration] Seven O’clock· Around about, [Sidenote: ☉☌⊕E3°26′.] Around about, The _Kobold_ played and in and out; He peeped in every _Pot_ and _Pail_, And grinned, and pulled the _Pussy’s_ tail. Big clumsy _Gretchen_, washing up [Sidenote: _Clear, pleasant._] The _Breakfast-dishes_, dropped a _Cup_; It fell upon the _Kobold’s Toe_, And made him hop it hurt him so. K.P. del. [Illustration: Cousin Greylegs, y^e Great Red Fox and Grandfather Mole.] VII. In those days the Great Red Fox and Cousin Greylegs, the wolf, were great cronies, and whenever you would see one you might be sure the other was not far away. The Great Red Fox was a master-hand at roguery, and Cousin Greylegs, the wolf, came close behind him. That was how they made their living. By and by they fell out, so that they were never good friends again, and this was how it happened. There was to be a great fair, and the world and his wife and the little dog behind the stove were to be there. “We will go too,” says the pair of scamps; so off they went. By and by they came to an inn where the windows were red with the good things cooking in the kitchen—green geese and ducks and chickens, and sausages, and cabbage, and onions, and all the nice things you can think of. But the two rogues had no money, and one cannot buy something with nothing out in the wide world. But they found a ladder against the side of the wall, and climbed up into the loft above and lay in the hay. Dear, dear, how nice the good things did smell down in the kitchen! “My goodness!” says Cousin Greylegs, “but I would like to have a taste of them.”