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20 he rose, locked the mill, and went away to the miller's house.

When he got there, both the miller and his wife were still abed, for you know it was Whitsunday morning.

"Good morning," said the tailor, as he went to the bedside, and held out his hand to the miller.

"Good morning," said the miller, who was both glad and astonished to see the tailor safe and sound, you must know.

"Good morning, mother!" said the tailor, and held out his hand to the wife.

"Good morning," said she; but she looked so wan and worried; and as for her hand, she hid it under the quilt; but at last she stuck out the left. Then the tailor saw plainly how things stood, but what he said to the man and what was done to the wife, I never heard.