"I warned you not to be in such a hurry, friend miller," remarked the priest.
"I waited two hours," said the miller plaintively, "and you know that she is a handy wench, and very fond of me."
He began to gather up the crowns and return them to the purse.
"I trust I am a handy wench," said Osra, smiling, yet still very nervous, "and, indeed, I have a great regard for the miller, but"
"Nay, he does not mean you," interrupted the priest.
"Six hundred," sighed the miller, "and Gertrude has but two hundred! Still she is a handy wench and very sturdy. I doubt if you could lift a sack by yourself, as she can." And he looked doubtfully at Osra's slender figure.
"I do not know why you talk of Gertrude," said the Princess petulantly. "What is Gertrude to me?"
"Why, I take it that she is nothing at all to you," answered the priest, folding his hands on his lap and smiling placidly. "Still, for my part, I bade him wait a little longer."
"I waited two hours," said the miller. "And Gertrude urged me, saying that you
