So each stepped sturdily upon his way until a green hill rose between them, and the one was hid from the sight of the other.

Little John walked along, whistling, for no one was nigh upon all the road.  In the budding hedges the little birds twittered merrily, and on either hand the green hills swept up to the sky, the great white clouds of springtime sailing slowly over their crowns in lazy flight.  Up hill and down dale walked Little John, the fresh wind blowing in his face and his robes fluttering behind him, and so at last he came to a crossroad that led to Tuxford.  Here he met three pretty lasses, each bearing a basket of eggs to market.  Quoth he, “Whither away, fair maids?” And he stood in their path, holding his staff in front of them, to stop them.

Then they huddled together and nudged one another, and one presently spake up and said, “We are going to the Tuxford market, holy friar, to sell our eggs.”

“Now out upon it!” quoth Little John, looking upon them with his head on one side.  “Surely, it is a pity that such fair lasses should be forced to carry eggs to market.  Let me tell you, an I had the shaping of things in this world, ye should all three have been clothed in the finest silks, and ride upon milk-white horses, with pages at your side, and feed upon nothing but whipped cream and strawberries; for such a life would surely befit your looks.”

At this speech all three of the pretty maids looked down, blushing and simpering.  One said, “La!” another, “Marry, a’ maketh sport of us!” and the third, “Listen, now, to the holy man!” But at the same time they looked at Little John from out the corners of their eyes.

“Now, look you,” said Little John, “I cannot see such dainty damsels as ye are carrying baskets along a highroad.  Let me take them mine own self, and one of you, if ye will, may carry my staff for me.”

“Nay,” said one of the lasses, “but thou canst not carry three baskets all at one time.”

“Yea, but I can,” said Little John, “and that I will show you presently.  I thank the good Saint Wilfred that he hath given me a pretty wit.  Look ye, now.  Here I take this great basket, so; here I tie my rosary around the handle, thus; and here I slip the rosary over my head and sling the basket upon my back, in this wise.”  And Little John did according to his words, the basket hanging down behind him like a peddler’s pack; then, giving his staff to one of the maids, and taking a basket upon either arm, he turned his face toward Tuxford Town and stepped forth merrily, a laughing maid on either side, and one walking ahead, carrying the staff.  In this wise they journeyed along, and everyone they met stopped and looked after them, laughing, for never had anybody seen such a merry sight as this tall, strapping Gray Friar, with robes all too short for him, laden with eggs, and tramping the road with three pretty lasses.  For this Little John cared not a whit, but when such folks gave jesting words to him he answered back as merrily, speech for speech.