‘How do you—um!’ he said, and the reporters wrote down. ‘How do you—um.’
‘It doesn’t matter!’ said the Princess. ‘Take him out!’
Now Blockhead-Hans came in; he rode his goat right into the hall.
‘I say! How roasting hot it is here!’ said he.
‘Of course! I am roasting young chickens to-day!’ said the Princess.
‘That’s good!’ replied Blockhead-Hans; ‘then can I roast a crow with them?’
‘With the greatest of pleasure!’ said the Princess; ‘but have you anything you can roast them in? for I have neither pot nor saucepan.’
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‘Oh, rather!’ said Blockhead-Hans. ‘Here is a cooking implement with tin rings,’ and he drew out the old wooden shoe, and laid the crow in it.
‘That is quite a meal!’ said the Princess; ‘but where shall we get the soup from?’
‘I’ve got that in my pocket!’ said Blockhead-Hans. ‘I have so much that I can quite well throw some away!’ and he poured some mud out of his pocket.
‘I like you!’ said the Princess. ‘You can answer, and you can
