human
I am going to market to sell Milky-White--and I mean to make a good bargain.
gpt
So you will! So you will! chuckled the queer little old man.
human
You look the sort of chap for it. I bet you know how many beans make five?
gpt
Two in each hand and one in my mouth,
human
Just so, just so! chuckled the queer little old man; and as he spoke he drew out of his pocket five beans.
gpt
Well, here they are, so give us Milky-White.
human
What! he said at last.
gpt
My Milky-White for five common beans! Not if I know it!
human
But they aren't common beans, put in the queer little old man, and there was a queer little smile on his queer little face.
gpt
If you plant these beans over-night, by morning they will have grown up right into the very sky.
human
Did you say right into the very sky?
gpt
repeated the queer old man, with a nod between each word.
human
It's a good bargain, Jack; and, as fair play's a jewel, if they don't--why! meet me here to-morrow morning and you shall have Milky-White back again. Will that please you?
gpt
Right as a trivet,
human
Two in each hand and one in my mouth, repeated Jack.
gpt
That is what I said, and what I'll do. Everything in order, and if what the queer little old man said isn't true, I shall get Milky-White back to-morrow morning.
human
What a long time you've been! exclaimed his mother, who was watching anxiously for him at the gate.
gpt
It is past sun-setting; but I see you have sold Milky-White. Tell me quick how much you got for her.
human
You'll never guess,
gpt
Laws-a-mercy! You don't say so, interrupted the good woman.
human
And I worriting all day lest they should take you in. What was it? Ten pounds--fifteen--sure it _can't_ be twenty!
gpt
There, he said.
human
That's what I got for her, and a jolly good bargain too!
gpt
What! Them beans!
human
Yes, replied Jack, beginning to doubt his own wisdom;