'Oh! never fear! for I'll just tie this ozier band round it', said
the lad, as he pulled it out.

'The fat will run out of it', said the Princess.

'Then I'll hold this under it', said the lad, and showed her the
piece of broken plate.

'You are so crooked in your words', said the Princess, 'there's no
knowing where to have you.'

'No, I'm not crooked', said the lad; 'but this is', as he held up one
of the horns.

'Well!' said the Princess, 'I never saw the match of this in all my
days.'

'Why, here you see the match to it', said the lad, as he pulled out
the other ram's horn.

'I think', said the Princess, 'you must have come here to wear out my
tongue with your nonsense.'

'No, I have not', said the lad; 'but this is worn out', as he pulled
out the shoe-sole.

To this the Princess hadn't a word to say, for she had fairly lost
her voice with rage.