that three days would show whether what had been told was true or
no.

As for the soldier, he knew no more how to do what he had
promised to do than my grandmother's cat; for where was he to get
clothes fine enough for the King of the Wind to wear? So there he
sat on his three-legged stool thinking and thinking, and if he
had known all that I know he would not have given two turns of
his wit upon it. "I wish," says he, at last--"I wish that this
stool could help me now as well as it can carry me through the
sky. I wish," says he, "that I had a suit of clothes such as the
King of the Wind might really wear."

The wonders of the three-legged stool were wonders indeed!

Hardly had the words left the soldier's lips when down came
something tumbling about his ears from up in the air; and what
should it be but just such a suit of clothes as he had in his
mind--all crusted over with gold and silver and jewels.

"Well," says the soldier, as soon as he had got over his wonder
again, "I would rather sit upon this stool than any I ever saw."
And so would I, if I had been in his place, and had a few minutes
to think of all that I wanted.

So he found out the trick of the stool, and after that wishing
and having were easy enough, and by the time the three days were
ended the real King of the Wind himself could not have cut a
finer figure. Then down sat the soldier upon his stool, and
wished himself at the king's palace. Away he flew through the