“Why cannot you?” says the man.
“O,” says Jack, says he, “I have no money, and my poor mother is very down-hearted. She sent me to the fair to sell this cow and bring some money to lift her heart.”
“O,” says the man, says he, “if you want to lift your mother’s heart I will sell you the mouse, and when you set the bee to play the harp and the mouse to dance to it, your mother will laugh if she never laughed in her life before.”
“But I have no money,” says Jack, says he, “to buy your mouse.”
“I don’t mind,” says the man, says he, “I will take your cow for it.”
Poor Jack was so taken with the mouse and had his mind so set on it, that he thought it was a grand bargain entirely, and he gave the man his cow, and took the mouse and started off for home, and when he got home his mother welcomed him.
“Jack,” says she, “I see you have sold the cow.”
“I did that,” says Jack.
“Did you sell her well?” says she.
“Very well indeed,” says Jack, says he.