Not long afterward a suitor came who appeared to be very rich, and because the miller could find no fault with him, he promised his daughter to him.

Consider things from the perspective of a United States–based miller. He could continue to buy wheat grown by his fellow American farmers at $5 per bushel, just as before.

The mill fell, and nothing remained of it but a heap of ashes.

I might just as well talk of loving the miller who comes once a year to buy our corn.

There is no pool but the mill does have air conditioning.