"Well, come along with me, and I'll make you a rich woman."
He took her to the treasure cave; and while she was in raptures, gazing at the heaps of gold and silver, Jack filled his pockets as full as they could hold, put more into a little bag, and walked out, locking the door on the old hag, and leaving the key in the lock. He then put on a rich suit of clothes, took the goat, and the wether, and the bullock, and drove them before him to the farmer's house.
Joan and her husband were at the door; and when they saw the animals, they clapped their hands and laughed for joy.
"Do you know who owns them bastes, neighbours?"
"Maybe we don't! sure they're ours."
"I found them straying in the wood. Is that bag with ten guineas in it that's hung round the goat's neck yours?"
"Faith, it isn't."
"Well, you may as well keep it for a Godsend; I don't want it."
"Heaven be in your road, good gentleman!"