“Just give a look, Woe,” he said; “isn’t there some money left in there?”
“Where?” said Woe, bending down; “I can’t see a thing.”
“Why there; something is shining in yon corner!”
“No, I can’t see anything,” said Woe.
“Get into the pit; you’ll see it then.”
Woe jumped in: no sooner had it got there than the peasant closed the mouth of the pit with the stone.
“Things will be much better like that,” said the peasant: “if I were to take you home with me, O Woeful Woe, sooner or later you’d be sure to drink away all this money, too!”
The peasant got home, shovelled the money into his cellar, took the oxen back to his neighbor, and set about considering how he should manage. It ended in his buying a wood, building a large homestead, and becoming twice as rich as his brother.
After a time he went into the town to invite his brother and sister-in-law to spend his name-day with him.
“What an idea!” said his rich brother: “you haven’t a thing to eat, and yet you ask people to spend your name-day with you!”