But not a soul came out of the sack.
Then he said again, exactly as the crane had taught him:
‘Two out of the sack!’
His wife, hearing him chattering goodness knows what, took up her wet broom and swept the ground all about him.
The man took flight and rushed oft into the field, and there he found the crane marching proudly about, and to him he told his tale.
‘Come back to my house,’ said the crane, and so they went to the crane’s house, and as soon as they got there, what did the crane take down from the wall? Why, he took down a sack, and he said:
‘Two out of the sack!’
And instantly two pretty lads sprang out of the sack, brought in oak tables, on which they laid silken covers, and spread all sorts of delicious dishes and refreshing drinks on them.
‘Take this sack,’ said the crane.
The man thanked him heartily, took the sack, and went. He had a long way to walk, and as he presently got hungry, he said to the sack, as the crane had taught him: