trifle to look after before the wedding. My castle seems to me set a little
too much toward the shade. You or one of your men must blow on it till
it turns a quarter-round toward the sun."
The lad, hat in hand as always, gave a sign to Mill-Puffer. Mill-Puffer lay down on his back and drew back his folded legs, facing (so to speak) one wing of the castle. The castle turned three times around like a top.
The king frowned more and more blackly.
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