And I'll put by some of my cake, if you'll keep some of yours, and remember Nickel must have part. I call it your cake and your apple, but of course now you're my housewife everything belongs to me; But I shall give you the management of it, and you must make it go as far as you can amongst three. And if you make nice feasts every day for me and Nickel, and never keep us waiting for our food, And always do everything I want, and attend to everything I say, I'm sure I shall almost always be good. And if I am naughty now and then, it'll most likely be your fault; and, if it isn't, you mustn't mind; For even if I seem to be cross, you ought to know that I mean to be kind. And I'm sure you'll like combing Nickel's hair for my sake; it'll be something for you to do, and it bothers me so! But it must be done regularly, for if it's not, his curls tangle into lugs as they grow. I think that's all, dear Grethel, for I love you so much that I'm sure to be easy to please. Only remember--it's a trifle--but when I want you, never keep that headless doll on your knees. I'd much rather not have her in my house--there, don't cry! if you will have her, I suppose it must be; Though I can't think what you want with Katerina when you've got Nickel and me." So I said, "Thank you, dear Fritz, for letting me bring her, for I've had her so long I shouldn't like to part with her now; And I'll try and do everything you want as well as I can, now you've told me how." But next morning I heard Fritz's garret-window open, and he put out his head, And shouted, "Grethel! Grethel! I want you. Be quick! Haven't you got out of bed?" I ran to the window and said, "What is it, dear Fritz?" and he said, "I want to tell you that I've changed my mind. Hans-Wandermann is here, and he says there are real sapphires on the beach; so I'm off to see what I can find." "Oh, Fritz!" I said, "can't I come too?" but he said, "You'd better not, you'll only be in the way. You can stop quietly at home with Katerina, and you may have Nickel too, if he'll stay." But Nickel wouldn't. I give him far more of my cake than Fritz does, but he likes Fritz better than me. So dear Katerina and I had breakfast together on the leads under the old myrtle tree. THE WILLOW-MAN. There once was a Willow, and he was very old, And all his leaves fell off from him, and left him in the cold; But ere the rude winter could buffet him with snow, There grew upon his hoary head a crop of Mistletoe.