Heaven be praised for the milk we shall get!" said the woman; "now we can have milk, butter, and cheese on the table. That was well done."
"Yes, but I changed the cow for a sheep."
"Ah, that's better still," said the woman. "You are always very thoughtful. We have just enough of grass for a sheep. Now we can have sheep's milk, and sheep's cheese, and woolen stockings, and even woolen shirts. The cow could not give us that; her hairs are not good for anvthing. Well, you are a thoughtful man!"
"But I changed the sheep for a goose!"
"Shall we, then, really have goose for Michaelmas this year, father dear? You always think of pleasing me. It's so very kind of you! The goose we can keep in tether and let her get still fatter for Michaelmas."
"But I have changed the goose for a hen," said the man.
"A hen! Well, that was a good exchange," said the woman; "the hen lays eggs and hatches them; we shall have a regular poultry-yard—just what I have been wishing for so long."
"Yes, but I changed the hen for a bag of rotten apples."
"Well, now I must kiss you!" said the woman. "Thank you, my own husband; I have got something to tell you. When you were gone I thought of making a nice little dish for you, a savory omelet with chives. So I went over to the schoolmistress's, where I know they have chives. I asked her to lend me some. 'Lend you?' she said. 'Nothing grows in our garden, not even a rotten apple,' which I could lend her. Now I can lend her ten—aye, a bagful! Well, it is great fun, father!" and she kissed him right on the mouth.
"That's what I like!" said both the Englishmen. "Always going down hill, and still be just as content. That's worth the money!" and so they paid a hundredweight of gold to the farmer who got kisses and no kicks.
Yes, it is always best that a wife should maintain that her husband is the wisest, and that what he does is the right thing.
Well, this is the story I heard when I was a little lad, and now you have heard it too, and know that what the old man does is always right.
