He assured her that he trusted her fully, and that whatever tricks she played the Gentile would not be taken seriously by himself.

"Poison him I would," grumbled the little gnome in his beard.

"For his golden talk makes you smile sweetly upon him.

But for the gold--" "Yes, for the gold we must play the fox.

Well, brother, now that you talk so, wait until the moon is up, then hide in the woods round the cottage dell with your violin to your chin.