"Sit still, you vagabond," said Dudden; "if we don't mind waiting, you
needn't."
Donald held his peace, but after a while he heard the glasses clink,
and Hudden singing away at the top of his voice.
"I won't have her, I tell you; I won't have her!" said Donald. But
nobody heeded what he said.
"I won't have her, I tell you; I won't have her!" said Donald; and
this time he said it louder; but nobody heeded what he said.
"I won't have her, I tell you; I won't have her!" said Donald; and
this time he said it as loud as he could.
"And who won't you have, may I be so bold as to ask?" said a farmer,
who had just come up with a drove of cattle, and was turning in for a
glass.
"It's the King's daughter. They are bothering the life out of me to
marry her."
"You're the lucky fellow. I'd give something to be in your shoes."
"Do you see that, now! Wouldn't it be a fine thing for a farmer to be
marrying a Princess, all dressed in gold and jewels?"
"Jewels, you say? Ah, now, couldn't you take me with you?"
"Well, you're an honest fellow, and as I don't care for the King's
daughter, though she's as beautiful as the day, and is covered with
jewels from top to toe, you shall have her.
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