"Yes," quoth the smith, "but if they find out that I've strangled her, they'll hang me."
"And who'll find you out?" said she. "Let's put a potato in her mouth and lock up the cupboard again; they'll think that she choked herself eating potatoes."
The smith followed his wife's advice, and early on the morrow the priest came again and asked for his press.
"Talking the matter over with the cook," said he, "I've decided not to have my cupboard repaired, so I've come to take it back."
"Your cook is right," said the smith's wife; "she's a wise old woman, your cook is."
"Very," said the priest, uncomfortably.
"There's more in her head than you suppose," said the wife, thinking of the potato.
"There is," said the priest.
"Give my kind respects to your cook," said the wife as the men were taking the cupboard away.
"Thank you," said the priest, "I'll certainly do so."