have roast goose, which I have longed for so often; and, besides, down to stuff my little pillow with. Bun out, child, and put up the goose."
"Ah!" said Gudbrand, "but I haven't the goose either; for when I had gone a bit farther I swopped it away for a. cock."
"Dear me!" cried his wife, "how you think of everything! just as I should have done myself. A cock! think of that! why it's as good as an eight-day clock, for every morning the cock crows at four o'clock, and we shall be able to stir our stumps in good time. What should we do with a goose? I don't know how to cook it; and as for my pillow, I can stuff it with cotton-grass. Run out, child, and put up the cock."
"But after all I haven't got the cock," said Gudbrand; "for when I had gone a bit farther, I got as hungry as a hunter, so I was forced to sell the cock for a shilling, for fear I should starve."
"Now, God be praised that you did so!" cried his wife; "whatever you do, you do it always just after my own heart. What should we do with the cock? We are our own masters, I should think, and can lie a-bed in the morning as long as we like. Heaven be thanked that I have got you safe back again; you who do everything so well that I want neither cock nor goose; neither pigs nor kine."
Then Gudbrand opened the door and said,—
"Well, what do you say now? Have I won the hundred dollars?" and his neighbour was forced to allow that he had.
