"Suppose we eat the four things in peace first, for the fifth thing is a great deal worse."
So they sat and ate, and while they ate, they bargained together as to how much the miller would give for knowing the fifth thing; and at last they agreed upon three hundred dollars. Then the Little Farmer pinched the raven, so that he croaked aloud. And the miller asked what he said, and the Little Farmer answered,
"He says that there is a demon in the linen-closet."
"Then," said the miller, "that demon must out of the linen-closet," and he unbarred the house-door, while the Little Farmer got the key of the linen-closet from the miller's wife, and opened it. Then the man rushed forth, and out of the house, and the miller said,
"I saw the black rogue with my own eyes; so that is a good riddance."
And the Little Farmer took himself off by daybreak next morning with the three hundred dollars.
And after this the Little Farmer by degrees got on in the world, and built himself a good house, and the other farmers said,
"Surely the Little Farmer has been where it rains gold pieces, and has brought home money by the bushel."
And he was summoned before the bailiff to say whence his riches came. And all he said was,
"I sold my calf's skin for three hundred dollars."