When the fisherman got there, the sea was all green and yellow and no longer so smooth; so (1) he stood still and said, "Flounder, flounder in the sea, Come, I pray thee, here to (2) me; for (3) my wife, good Ilsabil bade me speak to you again." Then the flounder came swimming to (4) him and said, "Well, what does (5) she want, then?" "Ah," said the man, "as I did catch you, my wife says I really ought to have wished for something. (6) She does not like to live in a wretched hovel any longer. She would like to have a cottage." "Go, then," said the flounder, "she has (7) it already." When the man went home, his wife was no longer in the hovel, but instead of (8) it there stood a small cottage, and she was sitting on a bench before the door. Then (9) she took him by the hand and said to him, "Just come inside, look, now isn't this a great deal better?" So (10) they went in, and there was a small porch, and a pretty little parlor and bedroom, and a kitchen and pantry, with the best of furniture, and fitted up with the most beautiful things made of tin and brass, whatsoever was wanted. Behind the cottage was a small yard with hens and ducks and a little garden with flowers and fruit. "Look," said the wife, "is not that nice!" "Yes," said the husband, "and so we must always think it—now (11) we will live quite contented." "We will think about that," said the wife. With that, (12) they ate something and went to bed.