human
Mother, said he,
gpt
No, said she,
human
I only want a hole for his head in the shirt.
gpt
Heaven preserve and comfort all such as have new shirts! If any one would only teach my wife some new way to make a head-hole in them I would gladly give him three hundred dollars.
human
That shall soon be done. Give me a pair of scissors,
gpt
That is number two,
human
Where do you come from, father?
gpt
I am from Ringerige (Paradise),
human
Ah! dear, dear! Are you from Himmerige (Heaven)? said she.
gpt
Then you will know my second husband, Peter; happy may he be!
human
Yes, said the man,
gpt
I know him well.
human
How does he get on there?
gpt
Only pretty well, said the man.
human
He goes about begging from one house to another, and has but little food, or clothes on his back. As to money he has nothing.
gpt
Heaven have mercy on him! cried the woman.
human
He ought not to go about in such a miserable state when he left so much behind. There is a cupboard full of clothes which belonged to him, and there is a big box full of money, too. If you will take the things with you, you can have a horse and cart to carry them. He can keep the horse, and he can sit in the cart as he goes from house to house, for so he ought to go.