He was away a very long time. Indeed he did not get back till nearly midnight. When he set the bag down on the table the old woman could see that he had got a good many things, because the bag bulged so.
"How good of you," she said. "Now show me what you have got."
Then the old man opened the bag. First he pulled out a pretty little kitten with her mother, an old grey cat.
"Very nice," said the old woman, "but we can't cook them."
"You cooked the hens," said the old man.
Then he pulled out a pillow case full of hay.
"Quite nice," said the old woman, "but we can't cook it."
"You cooked the cabbages," said the old man.
Then he pulled out a box full of pieces of broken glass.
"Beautiful!" said the old woman, "but we can't eat it."