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How Little John Lived at the Sheriff’s
ThentheStewardlookedgrimlyathimandrattledthekeysinhisgirdle,forhehatedLittleJohnbecausehehadfoundfavorwiththeSheriff."So,MasterReynoldGreenleaf,thouartanhungered,artthou?"quothhe."But,fairyouth,ifthoulivestlongenough,thouwiltfindthathewhogettethovermuchsleepforanidleheadgoethwithanemptystomach.Forwhatsayeththeoldsaw,MasterGreenleaf?Isitnot‘Thelatefowlfindethbutillfaring’?"
"Now,thougreatpurseoffat!"criedLittleJohn,"Iasktheenotforfool’swisdom,butforbreadandmeat.Whoartthou,thatthoushouldstdenymetoeat?BySaintDunstan,thouhadstbesttellmewheremybreakfastis,ifthouwouldstsavebrokenbones!"
"Thybreakfast,MasterFireblaze,isinthepantry,"answeredtheSteward.
"Thenfetchithither!"criedLittleJohn,whowaxedangrybythistime.
"Gothouandfetchitthineownself,"quoththeSteward."AmIthyslave,tofetchandcarryforthee?"
"Isay,gothou,bringitme!"
"Isay,gothou,fetchitforthyself!"
"Ay,marry,thatwillI,rightquickly!"quothLittleJohninarage.And,sosaying,hestrodetothepantryandtriedtoopenthedoorbutfounditlocked,whereattheStewardlaughedandrattledhiskeys.ThenthewrathofLittleJohnboiledover,and,liftinghisclenchedfist,hesmotethepantrydoor,burstingoutthreepanelsandmakingsolargeanopeningthathecouldeasilystoopandwalkthroughit.
