"Never mind! Come to-morrow; I shall still have room for you."
"Good brother! I will come."
So the poor man went home, gave his wife the loaf of bread, and said: "Listen, wife. To-morrow you and I are to be guests."
"Who has asked us?"
"My brother. To-morrow is his name-day."
"All right, let's go."
Next day they got up and went into the town. They came to the rich man's door, greeted him, and sat down on a bench. And at table there were many guests, and the master of the house entertained them all magnificently. Only he forgot the poor brother and his wife, and he gave them nothing. They sat there, and could only look at the others eating and drinking. When the meal was over the guests rose from table and bowed their thanks to the master and mistress, and the poor man also stood up from his bench and bowed down deep before his brother; and the guests went home drunken and merry, noisily singing songs.
But the poor man went home with an empty stomach. "We too must sing a song!" he said to his wife.
"Oh, you fool, the others sing, for they have had a good dinner and have drunk well. Why should we sing?"
"Well, after all, I was a guest at my brother's name-day, and I am ashamed of going back so silently. If I sing they will all think, anyhow, that I have been served as well."
"Sing if you will! I shall not!"
So the peasant sang and sang, and he heard two voices. So he stopped and asked his wife: "Are you helping me to sing with a thin voice?"
"What are you thinking of? I was doing nothing of the sort."
