                    The Tinder Box
    "No; I declare I quite forgot it." So he went back and fetched the tinder-box, and then the witch drew him up out of the tree, and he stood again in the high road, with his pockets, his knapsack, his cap, and his boots full of gold.
　　"What are you going to do with the tinder-box?" asked the soldier.
　　"That is nothing to you," replied the witch; "you have the money, now give me the tinder-box."
　　"I tell you what," said the soldier, "if you don't tell me what you are going to do with it, I will draw my sword and cut off your head."
　　"No," said the witch.
　　The soldier immediately cut off her head, and there she lay on the ground. Then he tied up all his money in her apron. And slung it on his back like a bundle, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and walked off to the nearest town. It was a very nice town, and he put up at the best inn, and ordered a dinner of all his favorite dishes, for now he was rich and had plenty of money.
