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The Adventure with Midge the Miller’s Son
"Itiswellplanned,"quothLittleJohn,"butallthesaintspreserveusfromanymoredrubbingsthisday!Marry,mypoorbonesachesothatI—"
"Prytheepeace,LittleJohn,"quothRobin."Thyfoolishtonguewillgetusbothwelllaughedatyet."
"Myfoolishtongue,forsooth,"growledLittleJohntoArthuraBland."Iwoulditcouldkeepourmasterfromgettingusintoanothercoilthisday."
ButnowtheMiller,ploddingalongtheroad,hadcomeoppositetowheretheyeomenlayhidden,whereuponallfourofthemranathimandsurroundedhim.
"Hold,friend!"criedRobintotheMiller;whereuponheturnedslowly,withtheweightofthebaguponhisshoulder,andlookedateachinturnallbewildered,forthoughagoodstoutmanhiswitsdidnotskiplikeroastingchestnuts.
"Whobidsmestay?"saidtheMillerinavoicedeepandgruff,likethegrowlofagreatdog.
"Marry,thatdoI,"quothRobin;"andletmetellthee,friend,thouhadstbestmindmybidding."
"Andwhoartthou,goodfriend?"saidtheMiller,throwingthegreatsackofmealfromhisshouldertotheground,"andwhoarethosewiththee?"
"WebefourgoodChristianmen,"quothRobin,"andwouldfainhelptheebycarryingpartofthyheavyload."
"Igiveyouallthanks,"saidtheMiller,"butmybagisnonethatheavythatIcannotcarryite’enbymyself.
