the tailor was again summoned before the magistrates, and reminded of his promise. "dear gentlemen," said he, "i have kept my word, i have not beaten her, but have shared joy and sorrow with her." "how can that be," said the judge, "when she continually brings such heavy complaints against you?" "i have not beaten her, but just because she looked so strange i wanted to comb her hair with my hand; she, however, got away from me, and left me quite spitefully. then i hurried after her, and in order to bring her back to her duty, i threw at her as a well-meant admonition whatever came readily to hand. i have shared joy and sorrow with her also, for whenever i hit her i was full of joy, and she of sorrow, and if i missed her, then she was joyful, and i sorry." the judges were not satisfied with this answer, but gave him the reward he deserved.