"'Hans, I am surprised at you,' said the Miller; 'friendship never
forgets. That is the wonderful thing about it, but I am afraid you
don't understand the poetry of life. How lovely your primroses are
looking, by-the-bye"!

"'They are certainly very lovely,' said Hans, 'and it is a most
lucky thing for me that I have so many. I am going to bring them
into the market and sell them to the Burgomaster's daughter, and
buy back my wheelbarrow with the money.'

"'Buy back your wheelbarrow? You don't mean to say you have sold
it? What a very stupid thing to do'!

"'Well, the fact is,' said Hans, 'that I was obliged to. You see
the winter was a very bad time for me, and I really had no money at
all to buy bread with. So I first sold the silver buttons off my
Sunday coat, and then I sold my silver chain, and then I sold my
big pipe, and at last I sold my wheelbarrow. But I am going to buy
them all back again now.'

"'Hans,' said the Miller, 'I will give you my wheelbarrow. It is
not in very good repair; indeed, one side is gone, and there is
something wrong with the wheel-spokes; but in spite of that I will
give it to you. I know it is very generous of me, and a great many
people would think me extremely foolish for parting with it, but I
am not like the rest of the world. I think that generosity is the
essence of friendship, and, besides, I have got a new wheelbarrow
for myself. Yes, you may set your mind at ease, I will give you my
wheelbarrow.'