“I’m a bit weary now,” said Jock with a chuckle, “so I’ll return without looking farther.”
So saying, he hurried along and stopped up his ears, so that he would not hear any more discord.
That night Jock slept in the merry green woods with the fairy bag for a pillow.
The elves came when he was dreaming and examined the contents of the bag.
“It will do very well,” said a jolly elf, and he attached two tiny pipes to the top of Jock’s bag.
The elves reveled all night and whispered new secrets in Jock’s ear. When the first streak of dawn came through the trees they hurried away to fairyland, but not before the jolly elf dropped a small chain at Jock’s feet.
Bright and smiling Jock awoke.
“It is the third day,” sang Jock as he washed his merry face in a buttercup of dew.
“Now I must hurry to the Castle,” said he, stooping to pick up his bag.
All at once he noticed the pipes, which made him shake all over with mirth.