[Original]

EXT day was a Saturday, and the farmer’s wife went to waken Johnny in the stable-loft.

‘Come, come, up with you!’ says she, shaking him. ‘Don’t you hear the cock crowing?’ So she gave him a big bowl of coffee, and such a chunk of bread; and showed him the way, and sent him off, saying, ‘Mind you ask for my cousin’s mill, and bring me the goose, and seven bushels of flour, and a pint of seed corn.’

[Original]

‘Seven bushels, and one pint,’ ‘Seven bushels, and one pint’—for, not being very clever, he was afraid he might forget.

As he went on saying this, he met a farmer, who was counting up how much his field should bring him in.

‘Seven bushels, indeed!’ said the farmer. ‘Let a hundred come!’