said the Miller , ` there is no work so delightful as the work one does for others . ' '' ` It is certainly a great privilege to hear you talk , ' answered little Hans , sitting down , and wiping his forehead , ' a very great privilege . But I am afraid I shall never have such beautiful ideas as you have . ' '' ` Oh ! they will come to you , ' said the Miller , ` but you must take more pains . At present you have only the practice of friendship ; some day you will have the theory also . ' '' ` Do you really think I shall ? ' asked little Hans . '' ' I have no doubt of it , ' answered the Miller , ` but now that you have mended the roof , you had better go home and rest , for I want you to drive my sheep to the mountain to-morrow . ' `` Poor little Hans was afraid to say anything to this , and early the next morning the Miller brought his sheep round to the cottage , and Hans started off with them to the mountain . It took him the whole day to get there and back ; and when he returned he was so tired that he went off to sleep in his chair , and did not wake up till it was broad daylight . '' ` What a delightful time I shall have in my garden , ' he said , and he went to work at once . `` But somehow he was never able to look after his flowers at all , for his friend the Miller was always coming round and sending him off on long errands , or getting him to help at the mill . Little Hans was very much distressed at times , as he was afraid his flowers would think he had forgotten them , but he consoled himself by the reflection that the Miller was his best friend . ` Besides , ' he used to say , ` he is going to give me his wheelbarrow , and that is an act of pure generosity . ' `` So little Hans worked away for the Miller , and the Miller said all kinds of beautiful things about friendship , which Hans took down in a note-book , and used to read over at night , for he was a very good scholar . `` Now it happened that one evening little Hans was sitting by his fireside when a loud rap came at the door . It was a very wild night , and the wind was blowing and roaring round the house so terribly that at first he thought it was merely the storm . But a second rap came , and then a third , louder than any of the others . '' ` It is some poor traveller , ' said little Hans to himself , and he ran to the door .
`` There stood the XXXXX with a lantern in one hand and a big stick in the other . ''
Hans Miller day errands first night note-book second storm third