But the old man would go and make sure for all that.
"How can I have eaten well?
I sought all day among the leaves,
And nothing found to feed upon,"
was the wicked Goat's answer.
"The scamp!" cried the Tailor in a fury; "he is as bad as the others, and out he shall go!" and he drove the poor boy out with the yard measure, dealing him fearful blows.
Now the Tailor was left alone to look after the Goat, and next day he went to it and said:
"Come, pretty creature, I will take you myself to pasture," and he took it to the lettuce bed, and there it fed all day. When night came he asked it, as the boys had done, if it had eaten well, and it said:
"'Tis said that enough is as good as a feast,
And I've had enough for a wise little beast."
So they went home, and he put it in the stable; but as he was going, he said once more:
"Goat, have you eaten well?"
The wicked animal, not thinking for the moment to whom he was replying, answered with the usual complaint: