He worked so quickly and sang so merrily as he worked that Jack stopped to watch him.
“That is a fine trade of yours—that of a knife-grinder,” said Jack.
“Yes, it is,” answered the man. “People are glad to see me come, and they save their knives and scissors for me to sharpen. I always can earn a bit of money, and when I am tired of one place I take my wheel and go on to the next. But that is a fine goose you have. Where did you buy it?”
“I did not buy it, I got it in exchange for a pig.”
“And where did you get the pig?”
“Oh, I took it in exchange for a cow.”
“Where did you get the cow?”
“I got it in exchange for a horse.”
“Where did you get the horse?”