“N-no, not exactly,” hesitated the baron.
“I said that every egg it laid for you should be of pure gold, did I not?” said Kate to the baron.
“Yes, you did,” snarled the baron, whose anger was commencing to boil.
“And I say again,” said Kate, calmly, “that every egg it lays for you shall be of pure gold.”
“Well, then, what is the matter?” said the king, scratching his nose in great perplexity.
“the king sat upon a chair of state,
with a learned judge at each side.”
“Why, your majesty,” bellowed the baron, losing all control of himself, “it is a gander!”
The king burst into a roar of laughter.
“Faith!” said he, turning to Kate, “thou art the shrewdest maiden in the world.” Then, to the baron: “The maid was right, and every egg the goose lays shall be of pure gold.” And so Baron Von Dunderhead and his case were dismissed.