“The manor-house has most likely fallen to ruin!” said Father Snail.  “Or the burdocks have grown up over it, so that they cannot come out.  There need not, however, be any haste about that; but you are always in such a tremendous hurry, and the little one is beginning to be the same.  Has he not been creeping up that stalk these three days?  It gives me a headache when I look up to him!”

“You must not scold him,” said Mother Snail.  “He creeps so carefully; he will afford us much pleasure—­and we have nothing but him to live for!  But have you not thought of it?  Where shall we get a wife for him?  Do you not think that there are some of our species at a great distance in the interior of the burdock forest?”

“Black snails, I dare say, there are enough of,” said the old one.  “Black snails without a house—­but they are so common, and so conceited.  But we might give the ants a commission to look out for us; they run to and fro as if they had something to do, and they certainly know of a wife for our little snail!”

“I know one, sure enough—­the most charming one!” said one of the ants.  “But I am afraid we shall hardly succeed, for she is a queen!”

“That is nothing!” said the old folks.  “Has she a house?”

“She has a palace!” said the ant.  “The finest ant’s palace, with seven hundred passages!”

“I thank you!” said Mother Snail.  “Our son shall not go into an ant-hill; if you know nothing better than that, we shall give the commission to the white gnats.  They fly far and wide, in rain and sunshine; they know the whole forest here, both within and without.”

“We have a wife for him,” said the gnats.  “At a hundred human paces from here there sits a little snail in her house, on a gooseberry bush; she is quite lonely, and old enough to be married.  It is only a hundred human paces!”

“Well, then, let her come to him!” said the old ones.  “He has a whole forest of burdocks, she has only a bush!”

And so they went and fetched little Miss Snail.  It was a whole week before she arrived; but therein was just the very best of it, for one could thus see that she was of the same species.

And then the marriage was celebrated.  Six earth-worms shone as well as they could.  In other respects the whole went off very quietly, for the old folks could not bear noise and merriment; but old Dame Snail made a brilliant speech.  Father Snail could not speak, he was too much affected; and so they gave them as a dowry and inheritance, the whole forest of burdocks, and said—­what they had always said—­that it was the best in the world; and if they lived honestly and decently, and increased and multiplied, they and their children would once in the course of time come to the manor-house, be boiled black, and laid on silver dishes.  After this speech was made, the old ones crept into their shells, and never more came out.  They slept; the young couple governed in the forest, and had a numerous progeny,