Peter Christen Asbjørnsen

“ So the wayfarer went to him who sat on the bench, and he was trying to fill himself a pipe of tobacco; but he was so withered up and his hands shook so with the palsy that he could scarce hold the pipe.
"Good evening, father," said the wayfarer again. "Can I get house-room here to-night?"
"I'm not father in the house," said the old withered fellow; "but speak to my father who lies in bed yonder."
So the wayfarer went to the bed, and there lay an old, old man, who but for his pair of big staring eyes scarcely looked alive.
"Good evening, father," said the wayfarer. ”

“ The Father of the Family
ONCE on a time there was a man who was out on a journey; so at last he came to a big and a fine farm, and there was a house so grand that it might well have been a little palace. ”