“Oh, yes,” said she, “folk say that simpletons make good husbands, and I believe I’ll have you, if you are willing.”
“Can you cook?” said he.
“Yes,” said she.
“And scrub?” said he.
“Surely,” said she.
“And mend my clothes?” said he.
“I can,” said she.
“I reckon you’ll suit me as well as anybody,” said he, “but what shall I do about getting a bottle of brains from the wise woman?”
“Wait a bit,” said she, “and perhaps we can show her that it will not matter if you are a simpleton so long as you have me to look after you.”
“All right,” said he.