The orphan went afield. He looked, and saw peasants tilling the soil.
“God lend you aid!” says he.
“Thanks, good man!” say they. “What dost thou want?”
“An old man has sent me here, and told me to ask you which of the two I shall wish for—riches or a good wife?”
“Ask our elder brother; he’s sitting in that cart there.”
The orphan went to the cart and saw a little boy—one that seemed about three years old.
“Can this be their elder brother?” thought he—however he asked him:
“Which dost thou tell me to choose—riches, or a good wife?”
“Choose the good wife.”
So the orphan returned to the old man.