"So when they had sailed a bit farther they met a man who lay on a sunny brae and sucked at a tap.
"'What sort of a chap are you?' asked Boots, and what good is it that you lie there sucking at that tap?'
"'Oh!' said he, 'when one hasn't got the cask, one must be thankful for the tap. I am always so thirsty for ale, that I can never drink enough ale or wine;' and then he asked if he might have leave to be one of the ship's company.
"'If you care to come, step on board,' said Boots.
"Yes, he was willing enough, and he stepped on board and took the tap with him lest he should be a-thirst.
"So when they had sailed a bit farther they met one who lay with one ear on the ground, listening.
"'What sort of a chap are you?' asked Boots 'and what good is it that you lie there on the ground, listening?'
"'I am listening to the grass growing,' he said, 'for I am so quick of hearing that I can hear it grow;' and so he begged that he might be one of the ship's company. Well, he too did not get 'Nay.'
"'If you care to come, step on board,' said Boots.
"Yes, he was willing enough, and so up he too stepped into the ship.