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Chapter 47 Little Claus and Big Claus-2
"A bushel of money, for each," replied Great Claus. "Are you mad?" they all cried; "do you think we have money to spend by the bushel?" "Skins, skins," he cried again, "who'll buy skins?" but to all who inquired the price, his answer was, "a bushel of money." "He is making fools of us," said they all; then the shoemakers took their straps, and the tanners their leather aprons, and began to beat Great Claus. "Skins, skins!" they cried, mocking him; "yes, we'll mark your skin for you, till it is black and blue." "Out of the town with him," said they. And Great Claus was obliged to run as fast as he could, he had never before been so thoroughly beaten. "Ah," said he, as he came to his house; "Little Claus shall pay me for this; I will beat him to death." Meanwhile the old gra
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