The _Sun_ in the _Sky_ [Sidenote: _Grows warmer_] Is not yet high, And the _Grasses_ are wet by the _Pool_. With hop and jump, By _Hedge_ and _Stump_, [Sidenote: ♈︎] The _Children_ are going to _School_. K. P. [Illustration: One Good Turn Deserves Another.] VIII. Once upon a time there was a lad who was a fisherman, and every morning he shouldered his net, and went down to the river to catch fish to sell in the town. One morning as he walked beside the edge of the water, he came upon a great tall stork caught in a trap that had been set for the water-rats. It was a tender heart that the young fisherman had under his jacket, so when he saw Father Longlegs in such a pickle he waded out into the water, among the reeds and arrowheads to where the other was, and loosened the noose from about his leg. The storks bring good-luck to folks some people say, and that was what happened to the young fisherman. “One good turn deserves another,” says Father Longlegs; “cross your heart three times, cast your net into the water yonder, and see what you catch.” So the lad did as he was told, and when he drew his net to the shore, there was just one fish in it. Yes; just one fish, but that was worth the catching, I can tell you, for the scales were all of pure silver and gold, so that it glistened like the moon on smooth ice, and it was most wonderful to see. “There,” says the stork; “and now if you have your wits about you, it is your fortune that you have caught out of the water. Take the fish up to the king’s castle and show it to nobody but the king. When he sees it he will want to have it for his own and will be for buying it, but there is only one price you must ask for it, and that is to have the princess for your wife.” That was what the stork said, and then he spread his wings and flew away over the house-tops. So the lad wrapped the fish up in a clean white napkin and laid it in a wicker basket, and then off he marched to the king’s castle to try his luck there, as the stork had said. Rap! tap! tap! he knocked at the door. Well, and what did he want? Oh, he had brought a fish that he had caught over at the river yonder, but he would show it to nobody but the king himself. No, it did no good for them to ask and to question and to talk; what he had said he had said. So at last they had to take him up-stairs, and there was the king sitting upon a golden throne with a golden crown upon his head and a golden sceptre in his hand. “Well, and why do you wish to see me?” That was what the king said. It was no word that the lad spoke with his tongue, but he just unfolded the napkin, and showed the king what he had brought in the wicker basket.