"That's because I am roasting chickens," said the king's daughter.
"That's lucky," said Silly Hans. "I suppose I can get a crow roasted here, then?"
"That you may," said the king's daughter; "but have you got anything to roast it in, for I have neither pot nor pan."
"That I have," said Silly Hans. "Here's a cooking apparatus with a tin handle;" and so he pulled out the old wooden clog and placed the crow on it.
"That's enough for one meal," said the king's daughter; "but where shall you get the dripping from?"
"I have it in my pocket," said Silly Hans. "I have got so much that I don't mind if I spill some of it; "and so he took a little of the mud out of his pocket and basted the crow with it.
"That's what I like," said the king's daughter. "You can give one an answer, at any rate, and you can speak; and so I will have you for my husband. But do you know that every word we say and have said is written down, and will appear in the paper to-morrow? At every window you will see three clerks and an old alderman, and the alderman is the worst of all, for he doesn't understand anything." She said this to frighten Hans, and all the clerks giggled and upset the ink on the floor.
"Oh, these are the gentlemen, are they?" said Silly Hans; "then I suppose I must give the alderman the best;" and so he turned out his pocket and flung the mud right into his face.
"That was clever," said the king's daughter; "I could not have done it. But I shall learn it right enough."
And so Silly Hans was made king, and got a wife and a crown, and sat on a throne, all of which we have read about in the alderman's paper — and that's one you can't depend upon.
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