No sooner had he spoken than there was the black pudding hanging from the place indicated!
Then was the old man struck with horror and his wife with desperation!
“You see what you have done, evil tongue!” exclaimed she, as she made useless exertions to tear the appendage from her nose; “if I employed my wish badly, at least it was to my own disadvantage, and not to the injury of any one else; but the sin carries its punishment with it, for I will not have any other wish, nor desire anything else than that the black pudding be taken off my nose.”
“Wife, for Heaven’s sake! What of the new house?”
“Nothing!”
“Wife, for Heaven’s sake, think of the farm!”
“It does not matter.”
“My dear, let us wish for a fortune, and then we will have a golden case for the black pudding.”
“I will not hear of it.”
“Then you would have us left just as we were before?”