"'What did you get?' asked the goody.
"'Oh!' said he, 'there came three chaps, each with his load of hay. They each gave me a wisp of hay, so that I got a little sledge-load; and next, I got two needles from a pedlar.'
"'What did you do with the hay?' asked the goody.
"'I tried it between my teeth; but it tasted only of grass, so I threw into the river.'
"'You ought to have spread it out on the byre-floor,' said the goody.
"'Well! I'll do that next time, mother,' he said.
"'And what then did you do with the needles?' said the goody.
"'I stuck them in the hay!'
"'Ah!' said his mother. 'You are a born fool. You should have stuck them in and out of your cap.'
"'Well! don't say another word, mother, and I'll be sure to do so next time.'