" So they sent for the third girl to see if she would marry King Crin She was obviously quite happy to do so On his wedding night, as usual, King Crin went out to wallow, then ran back inside all muddy to caress his wife She responded with caresses of her own and dried him off with fine linen handkerchiefs, murmuring, "My handsome Crin, my darling Crin, I love you so" King Crin was overjoyed Next morning at the court everybody expected to hear that the third bride had been found dead, but
Ecclesiastes Do not judge men by mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy.
The golden crescent on their foreheads, fastened with golden knots, glittered in the moonlight, and their mantles floated in the wind.
" In her dreams that night, a fairy appeared and said, "Make mantles for your brothers with hemp and have them wear the mantles.
