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190 GRIMM S FAIRY TALES. | The goldsmith was sitting in his shop making a golde — chain, and when he heard the bird, who was sitting on his roc . and singing, he started up to go and look, and as he passe © over his threshold he lost one of his slippers ; and he wet into the middle of the street with a slipper on one foot an only a sock on the other; with his apron on, and the gol chain in one hand and the pincers in the other ; and sot stood in the sunshine looking up at the bird. “Bird,” said he, “how beautifully you sing; do sing th: — plece over again.” ee said the bird, ‘““T do not sing for nothing twice ; you will give me that gold chain I will sing again." “Very well,” said the goldsmith, "here is the gold chair © now do as you said.” Down came the bird and took the gold chain in his rig] claw, perched in front of the goldsmith, and sang, ‘*TIt was my mother who murdered me ; It was my father who ate of me; It was my sister Marjory Who all my bones in pieces found ; Them in a handkerchief she bound, And laid them under the almond tree. Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry, Oh what a beautiful bird am I!” Then the bird flew to a shoemaker’s, and perched on h — roof, and sang, ** It was my mother who murdered me; It was my father who ate of me ; It was my sister Marjory Who all my bones in pieces found ; Them in a handkerchief she bound, And laid them under the almond tree. Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry, Oh what a beautiful bird am I!" When the shoemaker heard, he ran out of his door in h — shirt sleeves and looked up at the roof of his house, holdin © his hand to shade his eyes from the sun. “ Bird,” said he, "how beautifully you sing !” . Then he called in at his door,
