I'm no giant, and shall not greatly impair your store." "We'll see what can be done," replied Lysander, laughing, "and if, when you return in a month, I don't turn you from the door as a bad prophet, in spite of your fine clothes, your flute-player shall have a piece of linen for his thin limbs.

But now foretell my daughter's future, too." The dwarf took Xanthe's leaf from her hand, and said: "This comes from an olive-tree, is particularly long, and has a light and dark side.

You will live to a great age, and your life will be more or less happy as you shape it." "As you shape it," repeated the girl.

"That's a real hen's oracle.

'As people do, so things will be,' my nurse used to say every third word." Disappointed and angry, she threw the leaf on the ground, and turned her back on the little man.
The conjurer watched her keenly and searchingly, as not without difficulty he picked up the leaf.