"Oh! for that matter," said the Smith," there's not many who'll ask after her, I'll be bound; but it's a shame of the Devil, if this is the way he holds to what is written up over the door."
"If you might have three wishes from me," said our Lord, "what would you wish for?"
"Only try me," said the Smith, "and you'll soon know."
So our Lord gave him three wishes.
"Well," said the Smith, "first and foremost, I wish that any one whom I ask to climb up into the pear-tree that stands outside by the wall of my forge, may stay sitting there till I ask him to come down again. The second wish I wish is, that any one whom I ask to sit down in my easy chair which stands inside the workshop yonder, may stay sitting there till I ask him to get up. Last of all, I wish that any one whom I ask to creep into the steel purse which I have in my pocket, may stay in it till I give him leave to creep out again."
"You have wished as a wicked man," said St. Peter; "first and foremost, you should have wished for God's grace and good will."
"I durstn't look so high as that," said the Smith; and after that our Lord and St. Peter bade him "good-bye," and went on their way.
Well, the years went on and on, and when the time was up, the Devil came to fetch the Smith, as it was written in their bargain.
"Are you ready?" he said, as he stuck his nose in at the door of the forge.
"Oh," said the Smith, "I must just hammer the head of this tenpenny nail first; meantime you can just climb up
