"I never have such a thing of my own! never! never!" said
Findelkind, ready to cry.

"Then you were a little fool to come away from your home,
wherever that may be," said the man at the bridge-head. "Well, I
will let you go, for you look a baby. But do not beg; that is
bad."

"Findelkind did it!"

"Then Findelkind was a rogue and a vagabond," said the taker of
tolls.

"Oh, no--no--no!"

"Oh, yes--yes--yes, little sauce-box; and take that," said the
man, giving him a box on the ear, being angry at contradiction.

Findelkind's head drooped, and he went slowly over the bridge,
forgetting that be ought to have thanked the toll-taker for a
free passage. The world seemed to him very difficult. How had
Findelkind done when he had come to bridges?--and, oh, how had
Findelkind done when he had been hungry?

For this poor little Findelkind was getting very hungry, and
his stomach was as empty as was his wallet.

A few steps brought him to the Goldenes Dachl.

He forgot his hunger and his pain, seeing the sun shine on all