wheelbarrow, I don't think that it is much to ask you for a few
flowers. I may be wrong, but I should have thought that
friendship, true friendship, was quite free from selfishness of any
kind.'

"'My dear friend, my best friend,' cried little Hans, 'you are
welcome to all the flowers in my garden. I would much sooner have
your good opinion than my silver buttons, any day'; and he ran and
plucked all his pretty primroses, and filled the Miller's basket.

"'Good-bye, little Hans,' said the Miller, as he went up the hill
with the plank on his shoulder, and the big basket in his hand.

"'Good-bye,' said little Hans, and he began to dig away quite
merrily, he was so pleased about the wheelbarrow.

"The next day he was nailing up some honeysuckle against the porch,
when he heard the Miller's voice calling to him from the road. So
he jumped off the ladder, and ran down the garden, and looked over
the wall.

"There was the Miller with a large sack of flour on his back.

"'Dear little Hans,' said the Miller, 'would you mind carrying this
sack of flour for me to market?'

"'Oh, I am so sorry,' said Hans, 'but I am really very busy to-day.
I have got all my creepers to nail up, and all my flowers to water,
and all my grass to roll.'