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"Come, Martin," says she at last, "'tis dinner-time!"

"No hty detero eat till I can contrive you a pot worthy the na her frorassy bank and with two roasted steaks set out upon two great green leaves, a delectable sight

"Pray lend ht dinner hither?" says I

"To be sure, Martin"

"Why then--!" says I, and laving the clay fro our knife alternately, a very pleasant meal we made of it

All that afternoon I wrought at our pots until I had made a dozen or so of all sizes, and each and every furnished with one or h I scowled at a crack here and there, they looked none the less serviceable on the whole, and hardening apace

"And now, co collected wood sufficient, I reached forit up with infinite care off tu to pieces, but her touch restrained hty discoht loom so, 'tis an excellent pot even without handles, indeed I do prefer it so!"

"No," says I, "handles you wanted and handles you shall have!" So taking a stick that lay handy, I sharpened it to a point and therewith bored me two holes beneath the lip of the pot and other two opposite "This pot shall have iron handle," says I, "unless it perish in the fire" Then setting the pots as close as ht be, I covered them with brushwood and thereupon (and with infinite caution) builded a fire and presently had it a-going Noould have stayed to tend the fire but my coh, that I was tired, etc So, having set upon the fire wood enough to burn good time, I turned away and found myself weary even as she said

"Goat's-flesh," says I as we sat side by side after supper, "goat's-flesh is an excellent, wholesome diet and, as you cook it, delicious"

"'Tis kind of you to say so, Martin, but--"

"We have had it," says I, "we have had it boiled and baked--"