WONDER TALES OF THE FOREST 43

“I like large stars better,” the older sister answered. “I would choose that big fellow With the large, bright eyes.”

“And I like little stars better,” said the younger. “I would choose a husband with little, twinkling eyes.”

After a while they fell asleep, and when they awoke in the morning, and the older sister stretched out her arm, which had been cramped in her sleep, she heard some one say “Take care, you will upset my dish of war paint.”

She opened her eyes, and 10! standing by her, she saw a noble fellow, his face adorned like an Indian chief’s. He had great, shining eyes, which looked down at her kindly. It was the very husband of her choice. He had the very eyes she had seen as stars in the sky the night before!

And then the younger sister stretched out her arm, and she heard a low, squeaking voice say, “Take care! You will upset my dish of eye-water. ’ ’

She looked up, and 10! by her side was the man of her choice, with the little red eyes she had seen the night before. But their owner was a dwarfish, little old man with small, red, sore eyes. There was no help for it. What she had chosen she must have!

Now these husbands were hunters, and they were often away in the forest for Whole days