And so he handed over the goose to the peddler and received the grindstone in exchange.  »Now,« said the knife-grinder, taking up a heavy common stone that lay near him,  »here is another proper sort of stone that will stand a good deal of wear and that you can hammer out your old nails upon.  Take it with you, and carry it carefully.«

Hans lifted up the stone and carried it off with a con­tented mind.  »I must have been born under a lucky star!«  cried he, while his eyes sparkled for joy.  »I have only to wish for a thing and it is mine.«