Two in a Sack · page 21 2101Here are two ruffians pommelling me fit to break my bones.’102Her husband only strolled up and down and laughed, as he said: ‘Yes, they’ll beat you well, old lady.’103And the two thumped away and sang again:104‘Blows will hurt, remember, crone, We mean you well, we mean you well; In future leave the stick alone,105For how it hurts, you now can tell, One--two--’106At last her husband took pity on her, and cried:107‘Two into the sack.’108He had hardly said the words before they were back in the sack again.109From this time the man and his wife lived so happily together that it was a pleasure to see them, and so the story has an end.110(From Russiche Marchen.)1 2← previousHow a Fish Swam in the Air and a Hare in the Water.next →The Envious Neighbour↑ back to The Violet Fairy BookThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg641/17/page/2/