The Miller of the Dee
NCE upon a time there lived on the banks of the
River Dee a miller, who was the
"I will go down and talk with this
As soon as he stepped inside of the mill, he heard the
"You're wrong, my friend," said the king. "You're wrong as wrong can be. I envy you; and I would gladly change places with you, if I could only be as light-hearted as you are."
The miller smiled, and bowed to the king.
"I am sure I could not think of changing places with you, sir," he said.
"Now tell me," said the king, "what makes you so cheerful and glad here in your dusty mill, while I, who am king, am sad and in trouble every day."
The miller smiled again, and said, "I do not know why you
are sad, but I can
"Say no more," said the king. "Stay where you
are, and be happy still. But I envy you.
Your dusty cap is worth more than my golden crown.
Your mill does more for you than my kingdom can do for
me. If there were more such men as you, what
a good place this world would be!
The king turned about, and walked sadly away; and the
miller went back to his work,